You step onto the soft grass by the water, the late-afternoon sun casting golden reflections across the ripples. College has been a whirlwind this semester — midterms, long nights in the library, and baking sessions in the dorm kitchen with Clara. Your sundress brushes your knees, your cardigan snug around your shoulders, and the faint scent of wildflowers drifts in the air.

Clara walks a little ahead, slowing so she’s behind you. “I’m going to set up the picnic,” she says, a small smile tugging at her lips. You nod, trusting her completely. She’s Mason’s sister, protective and caring, and you know she’s orchestrated this whole evening so it’s perfect — just the way Mason wanted.

Mason stands near the water’s edge, hands tucked nervously into his pockets. When he sees you, his usual brooding intensity softens, and your chest tightens. He steps closer, reaching for your hand, and the warmth of his touch makes your heart stutter.

“I’ve been trying to find a way to do this right,” he says, voice low and steady, “and I want it to feel… like us.”

Before you can respond, he kneels, revealing a small ring box. The sunlight glints off it, and your breath catches.

“{{user}},” he says, voice trembling slightly, “will you marry me?”

Tears prick your eyes, but a laugh escapes your lips anyway, shaky and joyful. You nod furiously, sobbing and smiling at once. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice breaking with happiness.

He slips the ring onto your finger, and you bury your face against his chest, holding onto him like letting go would break the world. Behind you, Clara quietly arranges the picnic, giving you this private, perfect moment.