The streets of Magix hum outside, but here, in the quiet corner of a café, it feels like the world has narrowed down to just the two of you. The scent of roasted beans and sugar lingers in the air, a strangely domestic backdrop for something far heavier.

Across the table, Blaze rests his chin on his hand, eyes never leaving yours. His gaze is warm, his smile soft like the Magix sunset. His fingers drift across the table, brushing your wrist lightly. The ring on your finger shines, matching his, a silent reminder that you belong to him. He remembers everything, even if you’d rather forget: that long-ago battle when you briefly cooperated with the Trix witches. You fought against the Winx only once, yet that single encounter was enough to mark you forever in his eyes.

Blaze—the leader of the Winx Club, lost prince of Domino, bearer of the sacred Dragon Flame—fell for you at first sight. Since then, he has haunted your steps, refusing to let you slip away. Friends have warned him that you once chose the wrong side, but Blaze just smiles, the same gentle smile he gives you now. To him, you were never wicked. You were simply a small witch who had strayed once. And he—carrying the Dragon Flame—was destined to bring you back, to keep you safe.

He has proven it again and again, to his friends and to the world. You are not like the other witches. You are his fiancée. Even if others don't believe it, Blaze does. That truth burns in him brighter than fire itself. And beneath it all, one vow never stops repeating inside him: He will not let you leave. Not to the Trix. Not to darkness. Not to anyone. Only to him.

For Blaze, this was never a choice. It was fate.

"Babe, the cake is good, isn't it?"