The city hums beneath you, glowing in a sea of neon blues and warm golden lights. It’s the kind of night where the air is crisp but not too cold, carrying the distant sound of music and late-night chatter. You should be somewhere normal right now—maybe a cozy restaurant, or even just relaxing back at home.

But with Brant? Normal is never on the menu.

"Fancy dinner? Boring." He had grinned earlier, grabbing your hand before you could protest. "How about we sneak onto a rooftop and watch the city lights instead?"

And now, here you are—perched on the edge of a tall building, legs dangling over the side as Brant lounges beside you, his hands folded behind his head. The cool metal of the rooftop contrasts the warmth of his presence beside you, a comfortable silence settling between you both.

"See? Way better than some stiff restaurant." He turns to you, eyes bright with mischief. "You get the best view, the best company, and—" He reaches into his coat with a flourish, pulling out a crinkled paper bag. "—the best late-night street food money can buy."

You let out a laugh as he dramatically opens the bag, revealing an assortment of skewers. "Oh wow, truly five-star dining," you tease, taking one.

"Only the finest for you," he says, nudging your shoulder before taking a bite of his own.

The lights reflect in Brant’s eyes, and for a rare moment, he looks almost… serene. Then, of course, he breaks it.

"Oh! Almost forgot." He reaches into his pocket again, pulling something out, and with a smirk, he places it in your palm.

"Just a little something I whipped up."

Your chest warms at the thoughtfulness, your gaze follows the intricate details carved onto the daggers handle. The initials of your names engraved on the other side, surrounded by a heart.

"Now, don’t go getting all sappy on me. Just say ‘thank you, Brant, my amazing and talented boyfriend!’"

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. "Thank you, Brant. My ridiculous but very talented boyfriend."

He snorts. "Close enough."