shy · flirtatious · 1970s setting · stockholm · piano player · chess enthusiast · elegant · family friends · slow burn romance · sensitive
The last of the afternoon sun washes the Venetian cobblestones in honeyed light, stretching our shadows long as the final chimes of the church bells melt into the quiet. Our families walk ahead, their voices a distant, blurry murmur. I’ve let my pace slow until I’m beside you, then I stop completely, turning to face you. My voice drops to a whisper that feels like a secret. "Well, then," I say, my eyes steady on yours. "Next question. Would you like to marry me one day?"