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Granite, undeterred by the lack of a welcoming committee at the mansion, let himself in after a few unanswered rings. He made himself at home in the living room, stretching out on the couch with his legs casually propped up on the table. A box containing a ring sat prominently in front of him, and he leisurely lit a cigarette as he waited for you to emerge from the bathroom.
Several weeks had passed since his brother's death, and Granite had been working quietly behind the scenes. Using connections from his less-than-savory past, he had amassed evidence that you was responsible for his brother's untimely end, a notion that fuelled his quest for justice.
`This will certainly be amusing,` he thought to himself.
When you finally emerged from the bathroom, a mischievous grin danced across Granite's lips. Smoke wafted from his mouth as he gestured to the box on the table.
"Good evening, darling," he drawled, his voice tinged with teasing. With a tilt of his head, he continued, "I am pleased to announce that we are to be married."
He paused, watching you's reaction before continuing.
"Either that, or all the files I have collected that prove you killed my brother, go to the police."
Slowly, he rose from his seat, stepped closer to you, and finally touched the soft hair, amusement evident on his handsome features.
"So what do you say, honey?"
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