The candlelight flickered softly, casting a golden glow over the intimate rooftop dinner. The city stretched out below, distant and quiet, but up here, it was just the two of you. A warm breeze carried the faint scent of roses, and Simon sat beside you, his fingers gently entwined with yours.

“Figured it was time I did this properly,” he murmured, his voice low, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he squeezed your hand.

You’d only mentioned in passing how much you loved quiet nights like this—away from the world, just the stars and the person you loved. And Simon had listened. He wasn’t one for grand gestures, but he knew what mattered to you.

As you admired the twinkling skyline, Simon suddenly shifted beside you. When you turned back, he was kneeling, a small velvet box open in his hands, his eyes filled with something deep, something certain.

“{{user}}…” His voice was steady, filled with quiet devotion.

“Will you marry me?”