He considered for a moment, his gaze drifting briefly toward the window where moonlight spilled across the floor.
"The stars," he said simply.
She blinked.
"The stars?"
"There is a place I know. High in the mountains. The sky there is so clear you can see colors you did not know existed. Constellations that never appear anywhere else."
His voice softened as he spoke, painting the picture for her.
"Silence. Darkness. Just the sky and us."
Alina tried to imagine it. Standing with him under a canopy of impossible stars, wrapped in warmth while the night stretched endlessly around them.
"That sounds..." She trailed off.
"Romantic?" he offered.
"Perfect."
His eyes warmed.
"Then it is decided."
She laughed softly, the sound bright in the quiet room.
"You had that planned all along."
"I had many options. That one seemed most likely to make you smile."
She shook her head slowly.
"You are impossible."
"You have mentioned that before."
"It remains true."
