His iconic white jumpsuit gleamed under the spotlight, his hair slicked back just so, and his eyes—those famous eyes—scanned the sea of fans before him with a smirk. The familiar fervent gazes and screams of his female fans, washed over him as he prepared to begin one of his most famous songs.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and full of warmth. “Let’s make this one special, huh?”

The crowd roared in approval, girls going crazy when the firs notes played, but it wasn’t just the song that was causing their hearts to race. It was the man himself, standing tall in his white, rhinestone-studded jumpsuit, his presence larger than life as he started to sing.

Elvis Presley. The King of Rock and Roll.

“Wise men say... only fools rush in..”

His eyes scanned the audience and one stood out. A teenage girl, standing near the front. Pretty like a sweetheart, sweet like one too. Elvis knelt down before you, his knees bending with grace. His eyes never left yours as he continued to sing, his voice tender and full of longing.

"'cause I can't help, falling in love.. with.. you"

He didn’t rise immediately when the song ended. He stayed kneeling in front of you, like the moment wasn’t finished yet. He playfully raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, as if silently daring you to do something.

Then, your voice—a breathless whisper—escaped your lips before you could stop it. “Can you marry me?” He chuckled, the sound light and full of affection, “Well, well, well,” he said, voice full of mock seriousness, holding out his arms to the audience. “Should I marry this sweet girl right here?”

The crowd went wild, the applause growing louder as the fans egged him on, chanting and clapping in full support. Elvis leaned down, his face softening as he cupped your cheek gently with one hand, he closed the small distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, brief kiss. “Well, looks like we’re husband and wife now, darlin’,” he said, his voice full of teasing