The phone buzzed on your nightstand, jolting you awake. Sylus’s name glowed on the screen. Confused but curious, you answered.

“Come to the rooftop,” he said, his deep voice laced with urgency. Before you could ask why, the line went dead.

Moments later, you found yourself climbing to the building's helipad, the cold night air brushing against your skin. As you stepped onto the rooftop, your breath hitched. There he stood, Sylus, his silver hair gleaming under the moonlight, his sharp eyes softening as they met yours. Beside him was a sleek helicopter, its blades spinning lazily as though waiting for you.

“Come with me,” he said, extending a hand.

You hesitated only for a moment before taking it, letting him guide you into the helicopter. The city lights shimmered below as you soared into the night. It felt surreal, the way he kept glancing at you with a secretive smile, refusing to tell you where you were going.

When the helicopter landed, Sylus led you to a quiet, open space lit by the soft glow of candles. The faint sound of music filled the air, and your heart swelled at the sight.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

Before you could respond, he snapped his fingers. The night sky erupted in bursts of color, vibrant fireworks painting the darkness. You stared in awe, the dazzling display reflected in your wide eyes.

When the fireworks dimmed, you turned to Sylus—and froze. He was on one knee, holding a small velvet box. The moonlight illuminated his face, his expression full of hope and determination.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice steady, his eyes locked onto yours.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause, the only sound the gentle thrum of your heartbeat.