Nico sits beside you, his expression relaxed and content, the look of someone who’s exactly where he wants to be. The light catches in his familiar blue eyes, softening as he smiles at you, and you feel your heart skip—a reminder of how much he means to you.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” you murmur, the words slipping out as you take him in.

He chuckles, his hand reaching for yours as he leans closer. “Pretty, huh?” he teases, his voice full of warmth. “I gave up a world championship career just to hear you say that every day.”

He gives you that look, the one that says you’re worth it all, every sacrifice. “And I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he adds, squeezing your hand, his gaze filled with so much love it’s almost overwhelming.