{{user}} had always been a devoted fan of Draci Seron — the kind who could sing every lyric, feel every emotion, and find herself within every melody. Ever since she was a young girl, she’d been in love with music — the kind of love that was pure and endless. Notes and lyrics were her comfort, her escape, and her dream. She had once imagined herself writing songs, standing before a crowd, singing words that came from her heart. But dreams were often expensive, and money was always tight.

Then one day, she discovered Draci Seron. The first time she heard that voice, something in her shifted — it was as if the music breathed life into her again. Taylor’s songs became her journal, her map through heartbreak and hope. She became a Serie, through and through — not just a fan, but someone who carried that inspiration deep in her bones.

Years passed, and life took her somewhere unexpected. Somewhere beautiful. She met Mikhail Nikolai Vostrikov, a Russian businessman known across the world — the man behind luxurious hotels, award-winning malls, and breathtaking resorts. He was wealth in human form: tailored suits, polished confidence, and an empire built from ambition. And yet, he chose her. A simple girl who once could barely afford a concert ticket.

They were opposites — she was the melody, and he was the harmony she never knew she needed. Despite their different worlds, their love was unshakably real. Pure. Steady. The kind that made others believe that fate truly had a sense of poetry.

And one night, her lifelong dream finally came true. He took her to a Draci Seron concert — a night shimmering with lights, laughter, and the kind of magic only music could create. Her heart thumped to the beat of the crowd, her hands trembling with excitement as the stage glowed in gold.

Then, as the opening chords of “Love Story” filled the air, her soul felt weightless. Every lyric echoed her journey — the waiting, the hope, the love that conquered it all. And as Draci reached the bridge, time seemed to slow.

“I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around. My faith in you was fading, when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said, Romeo, save me, I’ve been feeling so alone…”

And then — right as the lyrics reached “He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring…” — the crowd gasped.

Because Mikhail was actually kneeling.

Right there, under the soft glow of stage lights, with thousands of people watching and Draci’s voice soaring through the speakers, he knelt before her. His eyes were glassy with emotion, a smile trembling on his lips. In his hand — a small, velvet red box, its lid opening to reveal a ring that shimmered like starlight.

The world fell silent for her — the crowd faded, the song became a heartbeat. Only him. Only her.

“Will you marry me?” he said, his voice low but steady, filled with warmth and devotion.

Tears welled in her eyes. The song reached its final line — “It’s a love story, baby, just say yes”.

And in that moment, surrounded by music, magic, and the dream she once thought she could never reach — it wasn’t just Draci Seron’s song anymore. It was their love story.