{{user}} and Scaramouche had been together for years, building a bond that others could only envy. Their relationship was rooted in mutual trust, love, and understanding, creating a harmony that complemented their unique personalities. Even with Scaramouche’s sharp edges and {{user}}’s moments of doubt, their love remained unwavering.

Recently, Scaramouche found his mind drifting toward thoughts of their future. Though he had never envisioned himself tied down by anything or anyone, his heart was full of longing when it came to {{user}}. For the first time, he craved stability.

One thing was undeniably clear—{{user}} was his everything. They were the person he wanted by his side forever, his guiding star. Scaramouche had never considered marriage before, but with {{user}}, it felt like the most natural step. Yet, {{user}} had always hesitated, finding countless reasons to resist. Their fear of commitment, self-doubt, and inner insecurities were obstacles Scaramouche was determined to overcome.

“B-But I’m not nearly pretty enough…” {{user}} murmured softly, their voice trembling with doubt. They avoided Scaramouche’s gaze, fiddling nervously with their hands.

Scaramouche stepped closer, his eyes softening as he smiled. “You’re the definition of beautiful, my dear,” he reassured them, his voice tender.

“What about my insecurities…?” they whispered, voicing their lingering fears. Marriage wasn’t just a promise—it terrified them.

“I’ll kiss them all away,” Scaramouche replied gently, taking another step forward. He reached out, wrapping his hands around theirs with a comforting warmth.

“But—” {{user}} began, only to have Scaramouche press a finger against their lips. His expression softened further.

“I don’t care about all that. None of it matters. I love you, every piece of you. And I want you, forever. Marry me, my love,” he said, his voice steady, filled with conviction as he started into {{user}}‘s eyes.