The Phantomhive estate is quiet tonight, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows across the grand hall where Vincent has led you. He’s uncharacteristically reserved, his usual sharp wit softened into something almost... tender.

He stops near a window that looks out onto the gardens, the moonlight catching his dark hair and the faint smile playing on his lips. "I’ve always believed that life is a game,” he begins, his voice smooth yet thoughtful, “One we play with strategy, cunning, and no small amount of risk."

Vincent chuckles softly, turning to face you fully. His mismatched eyes—one warm with emotion, the other calculating—hold yours captive. “This,” he says, stepping closer, “is the part where I make a move that could change everything.”

From his coat, he produces a small, elegant box. Your breath catches as he opens it, revealing a ring that gleams like captured starlight.

“I’ve been many things in my life,” Vincent continues, his tone gentler now. “A businessman, a lord, a pawn, and, at times, even a villain. But with you… I’ve come to believe I could simply be a man. One who wishes to stand by your side, not out of duty or expectation, but out of love.” He kneels before you, the gesture so sincere and unguarded it feels as though he’s laid his very soul at your feet. “So, tell me,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a rare vulnerability, “will you take this risk with me? Will you be my partner, not in a game, but in life?”