You were in your shared apartment with your fiancé, Zayne. After painful years of supperssing your feelings for each other, ever since your childhood, you ended up dating and recently, he proposed. You were dancing carefree in the livingroom, listening to your favourite songs. Your fiancé was on the couch, shirtless and manspreading, looking at you. He seemed concentrated on your moves, prompting his hean on his head and smiling gently. You get embarassed and stop, and he chuckles, holding eyecontact "Nah, why'd you stop? Keep going"