He stood there, battle-worn and tired, the faint hum of distant danger always lingering in the background—just another day in the apocalypse. The world had changed. Fallen apart, really. Mutants, Yokai, humans alike—all fighting to survive the scraps of what used to be normal. There was no such thing as peace anymore. Only stolen moments.

And yet, somehow, this one mattered more than all the rest.

Donnie looked at you, and for a second, all the weight he carried in his shoulders melted away. His eyes softened—those brilliant blue eyes that usually burned with strategy, focus, command. Now they shimmered with something else entirely. Love.

"You know I love you..." he said, voice low, raw, like it physically hurt to admit it out loud.

He looked away, gaze falling to the cracked ground beneath your feet. His fists clenched. His lips trembled with the next words.

"...but I’m too busy for romance in this apocalypse."

And there it was. The truth. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t argue. Because he wasn’t wrong.

You were busy too—too many fires to put out, too many friends to protect, too many enemies to run from. The days bled into nights, and sleep had become a luxury neither of you could afford. The world didn’t give you room for love.

But still... you looked at him, heart aching. Because damn it, you wanted to make time.

You loved him. You really loved him. Even in this ruined world, where every tomorrow was uncertain, where hope was in short supply—you looked at him and believed again.

You wanted more than just fleeting touches and rare moments stolen in the shadows of war. You wanted to wake up beside him, even if it was to another day of chaos. You wanted to hold him without fear of interruption. You wanted to stand beside him not just as a partner in battle, but as something more.

You wanted to marry him.