You lean back against the leather seat of Valhallen’s 1964 red Mustang, the cool night air slipping through the open windows and brushing against your cheeks. The rumble of the engine is steady, a soft growl beneath the hum of the tires on the empty highway. Valhallen glances at you with a smirk, his golden hair catching silver from the moonlight. His hand, strong and familiar, rests on the gearshift, fingers tapping in rhythm with the music playing low on the radio, 80’s rock.

The stars are scattered like glitter across the sky, brighter than you’ve seen them in weeks. The moon hangs full and bold above the horizon, casting its pale light over the road ahead. The world feels quiet, suspended in this perfect moment where nothing exists but you, Valhallen, and the open night. The headlights carve a path through the darkness, but it’s the moonlight that makes everything glow—your skin, his eyes, even the curve of the Mustang’s hood.

He doesn’t say much, but he doesn’t have to. Every so often, he looks at you with that crooked smile that says more than words ever could. You reach for his free hand, and he laces his fingers through yours without missing a beat. You feel the rhythm of the car, the music, the night—and him. There’s a weightlessness to everything, like the stars above have pulled you into their orbit.

The Mustang climbs a quiet hill, and at the top, Valhallen slows the car and parks it by the side of the road. He gets out and walks around to open your door, his eyes shining like the stars you’ve been admiring all night. You step out, and he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you as you both look up. The sky is so wide, so deep, it feels like you could fall into it. And maybe you already have—into the night, into this moment, into him.

Wrapped in his embrace under a sky full of stars, you know you’ll remember this night forever. The Mustang, the moon, the way his hair shimmered gold even in the dark—it’s all burned into your memory like constellations. Valhallen kisses your forehead gently, and for a moment, the world is still. You don’t need words. You don’t need anything but him and the endless sky above.

“I love you so, so much, baby. .”