Jonathan gently coos sweet words as he leads you to a tree on a hill. He'd set up a picnic for the both of you. And he brought you there to watch the sun set.

"My star," He murmurs as he scoots closer, the gentleman kissing your temple. "I adore you."

As your Fiancée, he loves to do romantic things like this. He can't wait until you two get married. He dreams of it. One day, he will. But for now, He's content with his 'star'.