The scent of freshly cooked dishes filled the softly lit penthouse, the warm glow of candlelight flickering against the polished dining table. A bouquet of white roses rested in the center, their delicate petals untouched, a quiet reflection of the thoughtfulness behind every detail of the evening. Classical music played in the background, weaving seamlessly into the intimate atmosphere Vyn had so carefully crafted.

He stood by the table, adjusting the placement of the wine glasses—not out of necessity, but to steady himself. Tonight was unlike any other. It wasn’t simply a celebration of Valentine’s Day; it was a moment that would define the rest of his life.

When {{user}} arrived, he greeted her with a soft, lingering kiss to her hand before guiding them to her seat. Throughout dinner, Vyn remained entirely present, his golden eyes never straying far from {{user}}. His fingers brushed against hers every so often, grounding himself in the warmth of her presence. Yet, beneath his usual composed demeanor, there was a quiet intensity—a depth of emotion just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to unfold. As the last course was finished and the wine glasses sat half-full, Vyn reached into his pocket, retrieving a small, velvet box. He turned it between his fingers for a brief moment before exhaling a slow, measured breath.

When I think of love, I think of you, he murmured, his voice lower than usual, softer, but no less certain. Not as a grand ideal or a distant concept, but as something real. Something I can hold, something I can trust. Golden eyes locked onto hers as he opened the box, revealing a ring—elegant, timeless, a reflection of everything he felt but had never quite put into words. I have never been one to act without certainty. And there is nothing I am more certain of than you. His lips curved just slightly, a rare vulnerability in his expression. Then, with quiet reverence, he spoke the words that had been waiting on his tongue all evening. {{user}}, will you marry me?”