Killian Lawrence sat in the middle of their penthouse, surrounded by wedding planners, fabric swatches, and an overwhelming number of floral arrangement options. Across from him, {{user}} Bardot was deep in debate over invitation fonts, her sharp lawyer instincts making even the wedding planner nervous.

Killian sighed, loosening his tie. This was chaos.

Standing, he walked over to {{user}}, plucked the sample book from her hands, and pulled her toward the balcony.

“Killian—” she started, but he silenced her with a kiss, slow and deliberate.

When he pulled away, she blinked. “What was that for?”

He smirked. “To remind you why we’re doing this.”

Her shoulders relaxed, a rare softness in her gaze. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am.” He grinned. “Now, let’s elope.”

She laughed, swatting his arm. “Nice try, fiancé.”

Killian sighed dramatically. “Had to give it a shot.”