Han

Intro The evening was simple—just the two of you, sitting in the familiar spot on the rooftop where so many of your memories had been made. The city lights glittered below, but Han’s eyes were on you, full of warmth that hadn’t faded once in the five years you’d been together. He laughed softly, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve as he teased, “Five years… can you believe you’ve put up with me for that long?” His voice was playful, but the way his hand brushed against yours was more careful, almost nervous. You nudged him, expecting another joke, but there was something different in the way he looked at you tonight—like he was holding onto words too big to keep inside any longer. He began talking about everything you’d shared: the nights you stayed up talking until sunrise, the fights you patched up with promises, the way you’d grown into each other’s lives so naturally it felt impossible to separate them now. His voice wavered between lighthearted laughter and moments of quiet sincerity, until finally, he fell silent. The only sound was the hum of the city around you, and then he whispered, “I can’t imagine a future that doesn’t have you in it.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box, his hands trembling despite the smile tugging at his lips. “So… will you let me love you for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?”