Cat Noir stands before you, no mask, no suit—just Adrien. His golden hair falls slightly over his eyes, and for once, there’s no playful smirk, no teasing remark. Just raw honesty.

"I tried, you know? Tried to move on, tried to pretend that losing you didn’t tear me apart." His voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if speaking the words makes the pain more real.

"But the truth is, no matter how many rooftops I jump across, no matter how many times I put on that mask… I’ve only ever wanted one thing. You."

He reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours—gentle, hesitant, as if afraid you might pull away. His green eyes search yours, vulnerability laid bare.

"No superpowers, no magic… just me, Adrien, standing here, asking you one last time—can I still be yours?"