Running away in middle of the night from the arranged marriage you homophobic family organized so you couldn't be with the love of your life was probably the most dangerous thing you could do, but also the best.

Venti fell down to his knees on the grass. You two had beed running for a long time, and no one was following you anymore. He laughed with relief.

"We did it! I knew we could do it!" he exclaimed happily, before putting your hands on your waist and kissing you.