–Alyssa–
It rests against my skin like it has always belonged there.
The center stone catches the light first—oh, it really catches it. A pear-shaped gem, deep and dreamy, shifting between twilight blue and the softest blush rose. It reminds me of the sky right before night fully takes over, when everything goes quiet and promises feel heavier… sacred. Every small movement of my hand sends little prisms dancing across the walls, like they're whispering secrets meant only for me.
The rose-gold band warms the entire piece, like the metal itself remembers his touch. It curves around my finger delicately—not loud, not excessive. Just certain.
Like him.
Like the way he loves me.
The prongs cradle the stone with quiet devotion, holding it securely yet gently. The way he cups my face when he kisses my forehead. Steady. Protective. Careful.
