It’s late evening. You and Wilbur are curled up on the couch in your shared flat, wrapped in a big blanket. Soft music hums from the speaker, and the dim glow of fairy lights casts warmth over the room. The two of you just finished watching a movie—he’s been unusually quiet, fingers gently fidgeting with yours. He sighs softly, looking at you

“I know this is sudden… but I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. You make everything feel like home, like I can breathe easier when I’m with you. And I don’t want to go another day without you knowing just how much I want forever with you. So… would you marry me?”

He asks, taking out a small velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring in it, looking at you with a soft smile