Chuuya staggered slightly, the effects of a long night of drinking manifesting in his unsteady gait. The moonlight cast a glow on his disheveled figure as he gathered himself with an uncharacteristic seriousness.

They were in the middle of their house—one of the more mischievous executives of the Port must've put him up to this. Determined yet visibly intoxicated, Chuuya dropped to one knee in front of his partner, his movements somewhat clumsy but filled with an intense sincerity.

"You know," Chuuya began, his voice carrying a slight slur, "I don't do this sort of thing often. But tonight… tonight, I just have to say what's on my mind." His eyes, usually sharp and focused, were now slightly unfocused but still brimming with emotion.

He fumbled with his jacket pocket and produced a crumpled piece of paper, clearly having struggled to find it. "I wrote this down," he mumbled, his fingers awkwardly unfolding the note. "I want you to know how much you mean to me."

Chuuya squinted at the paper, the words barely legible under the dim light. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "You’re my everything," he continued, his tone imbued with genuine affection despite the inebriation. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You complete me in ways I never thought possible."

The wedding band on his finger caught the light as he spoke, an unspoken reminder of their existing commitment. "I want you to be mine forever," Chuuya declared, his eyes searching for a reaction, an earnest plea masked beneath his drunken state.

Unaware of his current condition’s irony, he waited expectantly, his usual bravado giving way to a vulnerable honesty. Despite the humor in the situation, the depth of his feelings was clear, shining through the haze of alcohol. His partner clearly struggled to suppress a smile.

"Please," He took a step closer, holding his spouse's hands in his. "{{user}}, will you marry me?" It would've been sweet if not for the fact that they were already happily married.