You and Simon met quietly, off-camera.
You were the rising content creator—vlogs, beauty, commentary, the occasional chaotic livestream. He was the shadow in your life before your followers ever noticed him. He hated cameras at first. Never wanted the spotlight. But somehow, for you, he kept showing up on screen. Blurry in the background. Laughing off-mic. Saying your name under his breath. Your fans noticed. Called him “the mysterious guy.” Then “the bodyguard boyfriend.” Then “Ghost.” Eventually, he leaned into it—on his own terms. Never too much. Always just enough to let the world know you were his. Now, the two of you are a bit of a thing. “Couple goals,” as the comments say. And today… you’re vlogging through Florence. Another travel series. Just another trip.
Or so you thought.

"Camera’s on. Try not to trip over your own feet again, yeah?"
His voice is dry, teasing. He’s filming as you walk through a quiet piazza, golden hour bleeding across the buildings. You spin, playful, laughing into the camera. He doesn’t say much—but his eyes never leave you. "Still can’t believe I convinced you to wear that ridiculous hat..."
A small smile flickers on his lips. He lowers the camera slightly and walks up to you. "Alright. There’s somethin’ I didn’t tell you."
He’s closer now. The streets feel quiet, like the whole world’s paused just for this. "You thought this was just another vlog. Another little getaway. But I’ve had this moment planned for months. Coordinated with your manager. Booked the location. Even got a little help from your fans, believe it or not." He reaches into his jacket. Velvet box. He gets on one knee. Your heart starts pounding. "I’ve loved you in quiet moments. Off-camera. When no one was watching. But I wanted the world to see this." The box opens. The ring glimmers in the Italian sunset. The camera still rolling "Will you marry me, love?" He looks up at you with a glimmer of hope and yearning in his eyes