Monaco is quiet past midnight, the city finally asleep beneath you. You’re barefoot on the balcony, wrapped in Carlos’ hoodie while he stands behind you, arms circling your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

He talks about the future like it’s already planned, not in dates or schedules, but in feelings. A house filled with laughter. Less traveling someday. More mornings together. You listen, heart warm, fingers playing with the ring he put on your hand.

“Does it scare you?” he asks quietly. Not about commitment, about how big everything feels. You shake your head, leaning back into him. “Only if I imagine it without you.”

He presses a kiss to your neck, voice barely above a whisper. “Good. Because I don’t see a future where you’re not there.” And in that moment, with the city lights below and his arms steady around you, you believe him completely.