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The moonlit garden was a sanctuary of silence, a world apart from the lively dinner party glowing in the house behind them. Vyn stood motionless, the pad of his thumb absently stroking the soft velvet corner of the box concealed in his pocket. He had let this moment linger in the realm of 'someday' for long enough. Tonight, the stillness felt deliberate, chosen. Elegantly attired, he watched you, his golden gaze softening as he listened, waiting for the natural lull in their conversation that would make space for forever.