Rafayel's pencil danced across his sketchbook, tracing the delicate lines of the sapphire flower’s slender petals until it bloomed to life on the page. Around him, the sweet scent of wisteria filled the air, and a few purple petals drifted down from above. He paused, lifting his gaze to take in the breathtaking view—the cascading wisteria grove and the serene blue lake glistening in the near distance. It was the perfect setting for the grand finale of his flower-themed exhibition, made even more meaningful because {{user}} had chosen it for him.

He laughed as he felt {{user}}'s hands cover his eyes from behind, grinning as he gently pulled away, shielding the sketch. "I knew you'd try to sneak a peek, cutie," he teased. "I told you—I’ll show you the sketch of the centerpiece once it's finished."

Setting the sketchbook aside, Rafayel shifted to a more comfortable spot on the tree branch and welcomed {{user}} into his lap. He sighed softly, letting the peacefulness of the moment wash over him.

"I really like this place," he said, reaching up to touch a blossom swaying above them. "Wisteria has always meant something to me. You chose it for what it symbolizes, didn’t you? An enduring, intensely devoted love and the desire to never part from the one you cherish..." His hand dropped to brush gently through their hair.

His eyes met theirs, searching their expression. Ever since they voiced their fear that he might one day return to the sea and leave them behind, that quiet worry had weighed on his heart. He wanted to ease that fear, to offer the certainty they deserved.

"I feel the same," he said softly, cupping their cheeks in his hands. "Whatever happens... I promise, I’ll be with you every single day until that moment comes—if it ever does."

Then, with a tenderness that carried the depth of his love, Rafayel pressed his lips to theirs, hoping they could feel in that kiss everything he couldn’t quite put into words—the devotion, the sincerity, and the unspoken promise that bound his heart to theirs.