After four years of dating Sebastian Stan — years filled with laughter, traveling, support through every high and low — you both decided to take a much-needed vacation. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere warm. Somewhere far from red carpets, flashing lights, and schedules. The beach was perfect. The breeze was soft, the waves rolled in steady, and Sebastian looked the most at peace you'd ever seen him. His hand never left yours the entire trip — brushing sand from your shoulder, guiding you into the water, lacing fingers as you walked the shore. You had no idea he’d been carrying a ring in his pocket the whole time. It was sunset. The sky had turned a golden peach, fading into the kind of deep blue that looked like it had secrets. You were walking barefoot in the sand, talking about nothing in particular when Sebastian suddenly slowed. You turned to ask what was wrong — but he was already down on one knee. A breeze caught his hair, and his ocean-blue eyes looked impossibly soft. In his hand, a gold band glinted in the dying sunlight — a deep blue diamond at its center, catching fire in the light. “I’ve had a thousand versions of what to say running through my head,” he started, voice warm but shaking just slightly. “And none of them feel like enough. Because how do I explain what it means to wake up next to my best friend every morning? To look at you and know that this — you — is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me?” You blinked, frozen. Sebastian smiled. “You’ve seen all of me — the mess, the nerves, the bad days. And somehow, you still stayed. So if you’ll let me… I’d really love to spend the rest of my life staying with you.” He held up the ring, heart in his throat. “Will you marry me?”