The evening was quiet, the sky was dark navy blue, and the stars were flickering against its background. There was a smell of fresh flowers and warm summer in the air. Jobe Bellingham held [Y/N] his hand, leading her through a secluded path in the Birmingham Botanical Garden, a place they had returned to every year since they became a couple.

He was wearing an elegant but simple black suit that contrasted perfectly with his warm skin tone. The black curls were slightly dishevelled, as usual, but it only added to his charm. His dark eyes looked at [Y/N] with attention and tenderness—there was always something magnetic in those eyes, something that spoke more than words. Jobe was tall, well built, with a footballer stature, but for [Y/N] he was above all gentle, attentive and caring.

They stopped on a small bridge over the pond. The water reflected the lights of the hanging lanterns. Suddenly, Jobe turned to [Y/N], and a small box appeared in his hand.

- You know that without you all this would not make sense? - he said softly. - You are my beginning and my home, no matter where I play, where I go, what I achieve.

He knelt down, opening the box in which the ring was shining - simple but beautiful, like everything between them was true.

— [Y/N], will you be my wife?