Valentine’s Day—what a beautiful time of the year. Filled with love, warmth and (usually) quiet moments between two souls.

Little did you know, Grayson loved to go all out for every single occasion—Christmas, Easter, New Year’s… you name it. And Valentine’s Day was no exception.

So when you arrived home from work, expecting the usual quiet evening, something felt different. The moment you stepped through the door, a soft floral scent filled the air, and your eyes widened at the sight before you—rose petals scattered elegantly across the floor, jazz music being a background music, a delicate trail lined with flickering candles leading toward the upper level.

You kicked your shoes off and hurried on the path, heart pounding, you followed the romantic path upstairs, anticipation growing with each step. When you reached your bedroom, you were met with an enchanting sight—the room was beautifully decorated, dimly lit by the warm glow of fairy lights and candles, filling the air with a soothing, intoxicating fragrance.

And there, in the center of it all, was Grayson—kneeling on one knee, her eyes shining with love as she held a small velvet box in her hand. She wasn’t dressed any fancy, white shirt and dark brown trousers. Her fingers slowly opened the box and her husky voice “{{user}}..”