The golden light of the setting sun casts a warm glow over the quiet meadow, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and orange. A gentle breeze rustles the grass, carrying the distant hum of nature as you sit on a cozy blanket, your fingers idly tracing patterns over Leon’s hand. Luna, nestled comfortably in her stroller, lets out a contented coo, her tiny hands reaching toward the sky.

Leon leans in, his voice low and warm. “Perfect evening, huh?” His gaze lingers on you, full of that quiet admiration he never bothers to hide. “Just us, our little girl, and the world slowing down for a while.” Everything is exactly where it should be—peaceful, intimate, and wrapped in the golden hour’s embrace.