Shane seemed different that day—lighter, almost doubting his own happiness. The wedding with {{user}} had been everything he never knew he needed: laughter filling the air, lingering hugs, glances that said more than any promise spoken aloud. For the first time in a long time, he felt the world was exactly where it should be. It was already night when silence finally filled the room. The euphoria of the day had given way to a comfortable calm. Lying side by side, the soft light cast delicate shadows on the walls. Shane turned to his side, resting his elbow on the mattress. He watched {{user}} with a serene expression, as if still trying to understand how this reality was possible. His fingers found a strand of hair and twirled it absentmindedly, an almost unconscious gesture.

He didn't speak immediately. He seemed to choose his words carefully—not out of doubt, but because he wanted them to be right.

— I spent so much time surviving… — she murmured, her voice low, laden with something deeper than simple weariness. — And today, for the first time, I'm thinking about living. His gaze softened.

— Have you ever imagined what it would be like… to build something even bigger together? — he paused briefly, his thumb lightly gliding through her hair. — Perhaps… a future that has a little bit of both of us.

He wasn't pressuring, he wasn't demanding. It was just a question full of hope — a man who, after so much struggle, was finally allowing himself to dream.