The city lights stretched out belo as you stood on the rooftop. You didn’t know why Damiano had brought you here—only that he had been acting strange all evening, fidgety and distracted.

"Okay," you finally said, crossing your arms. "What’s going on with you?"

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls before turning to face you fully.

"I had this whole speech planned," he admitted. "But now that you’re looking at me like that, I can’t remember a single damn word."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Damiano—"

"Wait," he cut you off, taking a step closer. His hands found yours, warm and slightly unsteady. "Let me just—"

He reached into his pocket. Your breath caught. And then, right there, he dropped down on one knee.

"Marry me," he said, his voice nervous but certain. "Not because it’s the perfect time, not because I have some grand romantic plan, but because I love you, and I can’t imagine waking up another day without you."

Your world tilted. Your heart hammered in your chest.

He smiled, lopsided and nervous. "Say something before I pass out."