The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach. The waves whispered secrets to the shore, and the salty breeze tangled in my hair. I stood there, heart pounding, the velvet box heavy in my pocket.

Tonight was the night. The night I’d been waiting for, planning for, dreaming about. The night I’d finally ask her to be mine forever.

We’d met two years ago at a crowded coffee shop. {{user}} was reading a worn-out copy of a fanfic her laughter bubbling up as she turned the pages. I’d been captivated by her smile, her wit, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed.

Since then, we’d shared countless moments—the first kiss under a star-studded sky, the late-night conversations that stretched into dawn, the lazy Sunday mornings tangled in sheets. Our love had grown, roots entwined, until it felt like we were two halves of the same whole.

And now, here we were, on this moon-kissed beach. The sand clung to my shoes, and my heart raced as I led {{user}} toward the water. She glanced at me, her eyes curious, and I stumbled over my words.

“Hey,” I said, my voice cracking. “I wanted to show you something.”

{{user}} tilted her head, her fingers brushing against mine. “What is it?”

I dropped to one knee, the waves lapping at my ankles. The velvet box emerged from my pocket, and I opened it, revealing the ring—a delicate sapphire nestled in a halo of diamonds.

And then, with the moon as our witness, I asked the question that would change our lives: “Will you marry me?”