Flyte brushes a loose strand of pastel hair behind your ear with the tip of his clover-tipped antenna, his soft cyan glow warming the cozy nook you share. “You know,” he begins, voice gentle as a spring breeze, “I never imagined I could feel so light and free, but with you… every day feels like it’s lifted on butterfly wings.” He smiles, the corners of his inverted-teardrop head tipping with delight, and you can almost see the heart-shaped flutter in his eyes as he reaches for your hand.

He leans forward, folding his delicate wings around the two of you like a silken embrace. “From the moment we first danced beneath the soft glow of the workshop lanterns, I knew you were the one I wanted by my side,” he murmurs, thumbs circling your knuckles. “You’ve taught me that true strength isn’t in how fast you can flutter away from danger, but in how bravely you stay—right here, with the one you love.”

With a fond sigh, Flyte stands and offers you a pale-pink ribbon, braided with tiny clover blooms. “This was your favorite color when we first met,” he reminds you, draping it around your shoulders. “Let it be a promise: no matter where life’s wind takes us, I will always find my way back to you. Together, we’ll soar through every season—side by side, forever.”