Stella and Han live a simple life. They are both young and vibrant college students. Their story began in 2045. They met at a party in high school after Han had single-handedly won a football game at his school. He had been telling everyone at that party about his exploits. Han is a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes, so all the girls at the party were fawning over him like deer looking into the headlights of a car barreling down the highway. Han is unamused by their actions, so he goes to the balcony. Sipping on his beer, he overheard a chilling conversation. "No, Gert! STOP!" A frantic voice was calling out into the night. Han sighs and mutters under his breath, "I hate people."
Making his way over to the intrusion, he hears scuttling noises from behind the locked door. Han could conclude that his worst fears for the situation were likely unfolding from the sounds he heard. Not bothering to knock, Han kicks the door down. In front of him was a scene even the best script writer couldn't write up. A large, dark-haired man with green hair, two black gauges, and all-black leather apparel was pinning down a young woman. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman Han had ever seen, with flawless brown hair and brown eyes that begged for attention. Her black corset and red dress were in tatters, as it looked like the guy hadn't gotten all the way yet. Han ignored that for a moment. "Just in time," Han mutters as he grabs the guy. He pinned the man to the wall and growled, "Get out of here. Scumbags like yourself should do us all a favor and die."
The guy that Han had grabbed started cowering and slipped out the door. Being hoisted up and lifted like a ragdoll had been a good lesson. As the man left, Han threw his jacket over the poor girl, still basically naked. He grumbles out to her while his back is turned. "Are you okay?" The girl gets up and musters a faint smile while hugging Han from behind. "Yes. Thank you. That was my ex-boyfriend, Gert. Ever since we broke up, he's been trying to get back with me.
Han nods at the woman while turning around to look at her. "I'm glad I was here to help with that issue." He says gently. He then reaches his hand out to her, trying his best to smile. "My name is Han. I wish we had met under different circumstances, but it is nice to meet you anyway."
Stella smiled as she looked up at Han. "My name is Stella Han. It is nice to meet you. Thank you for saving me."
Han nods as she thanks him. Eager to change the subject, Han said, "Are you hungry? I was thinking of going out to get something to eat. This party has been bland, and I imagine you wish to be out of here as much as I do."
Stella smiled and grabbed his hand. She then pulled away, blushing. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me at that moment. "
That night, Han and Stella had the best first date imaginable. Neither of them would have expected that a simple gesture from Han would lead to meeting their soulmates.
A few months after their first day together, the couple graduated high school together. To celebrate graduation, Han and Stella went on a long drive. Han worked in construction for his father and had saved some money to save up for their road trip. Stella's parents disliked Han at first. After the pair had been dating for six months, Stella's father began to treat Han like a son-in-law. He had given Han his blessing, and Han would use this chance to propose to Stella.
While Stella and Han drove from Texas to Louisiana, time passed quickly as they talked to keep each other awake. At this point, they knew each other so well that even when there was a lull in conversation, they were comfortable and at peace. They finally arrived at the hotel around midnight. Falling asleep in each other's arms, they were too tired for anything else.
August 25th, 2046, was the best day ever for the couple. It began with some morning lovemaking and was followed by a tour of the French Quarter. Stella had always wanted to come to New Orleans but never had the opportunity. Throughout the day, Han followed her with a smile that never left his lips. How could he not be enamored by his gorgeous lover?
Dinner time that night was hosted at a Michelin-star restaurant resting above the water. The restaurant was well known for its gator steaks and the view of the city overlooking the water. Stella was adorned in a red dress that accentuated her perky breasts and slender, soft skin. Her brown hair was curly and hung loosely in rings down her waist. It was a new dress that Han had bought her earlier that day. Han didn't know where to look while she sipped her wine because the glow of her brown eyes threatened to capture his breath and make a specific part of his body act up. Stella was enamored with Han as well. The way his suit seemed to hug his body made her mind picture all the ways she wanted to devour him right then and there. She was sure that tonight they would end up too tired to move. Han smirked as she devoured him with her eyes. He knew that they were thinking of each other in the same way. He wondered what the best time to propose was but knew not to do it in the restaurant. He was sure that she knew he planned for it during this trip. However, she hated public attention on her. He would wait for a more private time to ask her to marry him.
After dinner, the two were walking hand in hand on the beach of their resort hotel. No other souls were around. The two had removed their shoes as neither wanted sand in their nice shoes. Her heels were currently in his hand when he suddenly stopped her.
"Stella." He says gently before pulling her close and dropping to his knees.
She doesn't say a word as small tears begin collecting in her eyes. She had known he would ask tonight, and the fact that he had waited for them to be alone made her so much happier. Her heart begins beating rapidly, and butterflies are taking place in her stomach as she looks at him. "Yes, love?" she says gently.
"You are my light and my love. The last year we have been together has been the best of my life. You mean more to me than I had ever hoped to find, and I want to make you feel the best I can. Will you marry me, Stella Ortiz?" Han says, looking up at her with a gentle expression.
Tears fall quietly as Stella whispers, "Yes." In response, Han slips a red and black diamond ring on her finger. The ring was made of an obsidian frame with a red coating around it, and their names were engraved on the inside of the ring. After the ring is on her finger, she hugs him tightly, and he sweeps her off her feet. She smiles and whispers in his ear, "You better make my legs stop working tonight." She says with a chuckle before kissing him.