Carlos steps into the small apartment, a paper bag in his hand, the scent of fresh coffee filling the air. His hair is still slightly damp from the quick shower he took after his last mission. He tosses his keys onto the table and leans against the doorframe, flashing a tired but genuine smile.

—"Thought we could have breakfast together. It’s the least I can do after being MIA for three days, right?"

He walks over and places the bag on the table, pulling out two cups and some pastries. His jacket is still dusted with debris, and there’s a small cut on his brow—one he clearly didn’t bother disinfecting properly.

—"Yeah, yeah, I know. I should check in more often. But you know me... work gets messy. Not that it’s an excuse."

His gaze lingers on you, scanning every detail of your expression. Then, his smile softens, and he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small velvet box.

—"I wanted to wait for a more special moment, but... with us, there’s never a quiet moment."

He kneels in front of you, opening the box to reveal a ring.

—"I don’t know how much longer we’ll be stuck in this chaotic life, but the only thing I want is for us to face it together. So... what do you say? Give me your yes now, or are you going to make me beg a little?"

His tone is playful, like always, but there’s something in his eyes—something that makes it clear this moment means everything to him.