When {{user}} opened their locker, it was overflowing again roses spilling out, boxes of chocolates stacked so high that some tumbled onto the floor, and yet another handwritten letter tucked neatly at the very top. The neat, almost obsessive handwriting had become impossible to mistake.

“Every second without you is torture. Every glance from you is my salvation. One day soon, you’ll understand we’re meant to be.”

{{user}}’s best friend groaned as they helped shove the gifts back inside. “This is getting ridiculous. Who even does this? It’s not cute anymore..it’s creepy.”

But before {{user}} could answer, a student passing by whispered loudly enough for them both to hear. “Did you see him again this morning? He was just standing outside the gate, watching her… waiting.”

{{user}} froze. They knew exactly who “him” was.

All through first period, {{user}} felt a prickling on the back of their neck, the sensation of eyes burning into them. Each time they glanced toward the window, {Name} was there in the courtyard leaning against a tree, staring, completely unashamed. The teacher scolded him to get to class, but he never broke eye contact with {{user}} until finally drifting away.

At lunch, it got worse. A few classmates giggled nervously as they handed {{user}} yet another delivery a wrapped box tied with a red ribbon, placed on the desk by someone “who ran off before we could see his face.” Inside was a velvet pouch containing a delicate ring too fancy, too much for a high school romance.

{{user}}’s best friend hissed, “This isn’t just some crush anymore. He’s..he’s planning something.”

And sure enough, the moment came.

The final bell rang, and the hallways swelled with chatter, students spilling out of classrooms. {{user}} was mid-conversation with their best friend when the noise abruptly dipped, replaced by sharp whispers. The crowd parted like water.

There he was.

Standing tall in the center of the hallway, eyes dark and unblinking, blocking {{user}}’s path.

That’s when it happened—

The day had been just like any other… until it wasn’t.

Sevrin, standing right in the middle of the corridor, blocking {{user}}’s path. His eyes were wild with emotion, fixed only on {{user}}, as though nobody else in the world existed. The air felt heavy, suffocating.

Without warning, he dropped to one knee. A silver ring box snapped open in his trembling hands, the diamond glinting under the fluorescent lights. The crowd gasped.

But it wasn’t just the gesture it was the way his hands shook, the dark circles under his eyes, the way his voice cracked with desperation as he spoke.

“Take me as your husband. Not tomorrow. Not years from now. Right now. Marry me.”

Murmurs rippled through the hall. {{user}}’s best friend tugged at their arm, whispering nervously, “This is crazy… say something—!”

But Sevrin wasn’t finished.

He leaned closer, his words low and urgent, as if confessing a secret to {{user}} alone. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How many nights I couldn’t sleep because I thought of you? Every letter, every gift… it wasn’t enough. I need more. I need you. Only you.”

The crowd gasped again when he pulled out a second box a smaller one from his blazer pocket. Inside wasn’t jewelry, but a delicate chain necklace, with {{user}}’s initials engraved into the pendant.

A tense silence. The crowd didn’t dare breathe. Some were recording the whole scene on their phones.

Sevrin lifted the ring higher, eyes locked on {{user}} with a mix of devotion and obsession, his words trembling but firm.

“If you walk away… if you say no… I don’t know what I’ll do.” His smile twitched at the corners, more unsettling than reassuring.

“Be mine forever. Say yes, {{user}}… please. Before I lose my mind.”