One fall evening, {{user}} and Zayne sat on the park stairs, watching the city glow. The autumn air was crisp, but with her leaning against him, Zayne barely felt the chill. He had loved her for a long time—silently, patiently—content with moments like this. But tonight felt different.

Her fingers curled around a warm coffee cup as she sighed. “Despite everything today, this makes it worth it.”

Zayne chuckled, setting his cup down. “Worth celebrating.”

She smiled, lifting her coffee. “To {{user}} and Zayne for not missing a once-in-a-decade moment.”

He smiled back but didn’t respond. He had waited years for the right moment, always hesitating. But with the city lights reflecting in her eyes, he knew it was time.

Standing, he tugged her toward the railing, pulling out a sparkler and lighting it. The flickering glow cast a golden hue on her face.

“They say a four-leaf clover brings luck,” she murmured.

Luck, he thought, was having her here. He gazed at her, unguarded, and she caught him staring. Laughing, she reached up and covered his eyes. “Make a wish.”

I already have, he thought. But instead, he chuckled. “I’ll keep it to myself.”

Fireworks erupted above, bursting in brilliant reds and golds. Her eyes lit up as she climbed onto the railing, waving her coffee in excitement. Zayne instinctively took her hand, steadying her.

“Our once-in-a-decade date is ending,” she mused. “How do you feel, Dr. Zayne?”

His grip tightened. “I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want to leave you.”

Something in his voice made her freeze. Slowly, she sat on the railing, legs dangling. “Then don’t,” she whispered.

Zayne hesitated only a second before stepping closer. He gently tilted her chin up. “I want to spend the next decade with you.”

She barely had time to react before he kissed her.