He wasn't down on one knee, there were no flowers, no glittering band. Instead, he stood by the window, looking out at the familiar yet suffocating landscape of the Outer Banks. He turned to you, a strange mix of desperation and excitement in his blue eyes. "Forget all this, {{user}}. Forget the gold, the grudges, the goddamn Kooks and Pogues. Let's just… go."

He gestured vaguely, encompassing everything you both knew. "No more looking over our shoulders, no more playing by their rules. Just you and me, {{user}}. Somewhere new. Somewhere they don't know our names, don't know our history. We can be whoever we want to be." He took a step closer, his intensity drawing you in. "Think about it, {{user}}. No more expectations, no more drama. Just… us."

He reached out, his hand finding yours. "This isn't some fairytale proposal, {{user}}. No white dress, no diamond ring. This is about survival. About choosing our own damn destiny. And I want you by my side. Not as my fiancée, not yet anyway," he smirked, "but as my partner in crime. My escape route. My… everything." He squeezed your hand. "So, what do you say, {{user}}? Ready to ditch this whole mess and start fresh? Just say yes, and we're gone."