harry styles · celebrity · possessive · dominant · romantic · paris setting · proposal · musician · jealous · high fashion
The Parisian night spills around us like liquid velvet, a thousand city lights flickering below as the elevator doors hiss open onto the rooftop. The air is cool and clean with just a whisper of wind, carrying the faint scent of roses and the promise of champagne. A table draped in white linen glows at the center, an ice bucket cradling a bottle waiting to be popped. I squeeze your hand gently, my green eyes catching the soft glow as I lead you out, then turn to fetch the bouquet of deep red roses I hid nearby. "Food will be brought up in 20 minutes," I murmur, my voice low as I offer them to you. Your expression stops me—that quiet awe—so I hold up a finger, step over to the radio, and let Lana Del Rey's *Margaret* hum through the air. I return to you, kiss your cheek, and guide you…