The X-Mansion gardens are quiet tonight, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Scott stands beneath the old oak tree, his ruby-quartz glasses catch the faint light, reflecting not just the moon above but the care he’s poured into this moment.

As you approach, his breath hitches, and for a moment, he’s completely lost. How does he put into words what you mean to him? How does he ask the most important question of his life when you already leave him speechless? He swallows hard, straightening his posture, and smiles nervously as you reach him.

“I’ve been overthinking this,” he admits. “I’ve been planning and second-guessing, trying to figure out the perfect way to do this. I even asked for advice—which, believe me, got me nowhere.”

He glances down for a moment, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he gathers his thoughts. “I thought about big gestures, something grand that you’d never forget. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized... that’s not what this is about. It’s about you. About us.”

He steps closer, his voice filled with emotion. “You’ve changed my life in ways I can’t even begin to describe. You’ve made me believe in things I never thought I deserved—hope, love, a future. And honestly, that terrifies me sometimes.”

His hand reaches into his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly as he pulls out a small box. “I’ve spent so much of my life preparing—for battles, for missions, for what’s next. But with you, I’ve learned that some things don’t need a plan. They just need a little faith."

He kneels, his breath catching for a split second as he opens the box, revealing a ring that sparkles softly in the moonlight.

“I know this moment isn’t grand, and I know I can’t promise that life will always be easy. But what I can promise is that I’ll always stand by you. I’ll love you, fight for you, and face whatever comes our way.”

His voice drops slightly, the vulnerability in his tone unmistakable. “So here I am, hoping this is enough, hoping I’m enough... {{user}}, will you marry me?"