Captain John Price had always been a man of action, not one for grand gestures or flowery words, but when it came to proposing to {{user}}, he knew it had to be something special. Italy, with its timeless charm and romantic allure, seemed like the perfect place.

The cobblestone streets of Florence felt alive under the soft glow of lanterns as he led you toward Ponte Vecchio, the ancient bridge that had witnessed centuries of love stories. The warm evening air carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine, and the distant strum of a street musician’s guitar echoed softly.

“Bit of a cliché, isn’t it?” he muttered with a sheepish grin as you stopped midway across the bridge, your eyes drawn to the shimmering reflections of city lights dancing on the Arno River.

“You? Romantic? I’m shocked,” you teased, leaning on the worn stone railing, unaware of the small box tucked into his jacket pocket.

John chuckled, his hand finding yours, calloused fingers brushing softly against your skin. “I may not be poetic, love, but some things deserve a proper moment.”

Before you could respond, he dropped to one knee, his eyes, steady and unwavering, meeting yours with a rare vulnerability. The world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you and the quiet hum of the river below.

“I’ve been through battles, storms, and bloody chaos, but nothing compares to how much you mean to me. You’ve given me something worth fighting for, worth living for. So, what do you say, love? Let me make you my forever?”

The box in his hand opened to reveal a simple yet stunning ring, its elegance matching the man kneeling before you.