This Is Non-Negotiable

“Haven,” he said, looking up at me with a serious expression, “will you do me the honor of being my fiancée?”

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The reality of the situation faded, and all I could see was the handsome man in front of me, asking me to marry him. Even though I knew it was all part of our plan, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of emotion.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “Yes, I will.”

Joaquin smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile, and gently slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, as if it had been made for me. I felt a strange thrill as I looked down at the ring, sparkling on my hand.

He stood up, and for a moment, we were both silent, just looking at each other. I couldn’t deny the chemistry between us, the way my heart skipped a beat when he looked at me with those intense eyes.

“This may be fake,&rdq