The key clicked in the lock, and the door swung open to reveal a quiet, echoing space — their very first home. William stepped in first, then held the door open with a little smile, the kind that said we actually did this. {{user}} walked in beside him, and for a moment they both just stood there, taking it in.

The apartment felt huge without furniture, every sound bouncing off the bare walls. Afternoon light spilled across the floor in long, soft stripes, illuminating the blank canvas of their future. William slipped his hand into hers, giving it a gentle squeeze, as if grounding both of them to the moment.

“This is ours,” he said, his voice a little soft, a little disbelieving.