Then Marry Me.
Anna looked deep into his eyes, baring her vulnerability in her eyes. She knew she could Trust him, who wouldn't? But to what extent? What if he saves himself and leaves her to defend herself? In that moment, she recalled his lips on hers, that night, they promised a love that she could trust. She saw recalled how servile he truly was when he felt passion, maybe love, a contrast to his passive dictatorialness.
She nodded,