"Spill, spill, spill, dear husband," I grinned as I walked to him.

Zavian grinned settling on the bike and passing me the helmet. "Impatient are we?"

I rolled my eyes, securing the helmet. "You kept me waiting, so spill before I make you sleep on the couch tonight."

Zavian chuckled, pulling me closer by the waist before I could hop on. "You wouldn't dare," he murmured, voice low and teasing against my ear.

I shivered but masked it with a scoff. "Try me."

His smirk deepened. "Fine, fine. We're going somewhere special. No questions."

I narrowed my eyes. "That's suspicious."

He simply winked, revving up Reaper. "Good. Now hold on tight, Mrs. Zavian."

With a sigh, I wrapped my arms around him as the bike roared to life, the cool night air brushing against my skin. My curiosity burned, but with Zavian, surprises were never ordinary.

I tightened my grip around Zavian's waist as Reaper sliced through the night, the cool breeze whipping against my cheeks. The city lights blurred past us, a beautiful mosaic of golden hues against the dark sky. My curiosity simmered beneath the excitement, but I knew better than to pry. Zavian thrived on theatrics, and the more I pushed, the longer he'd make me wait.

After what felt like forty minutes of riding in comfortable silence, we finally pulled up to a secluded spot overlooking the city—a rooftop restaurant adorned with fairy lights and soft, golden lanterns casting a dreamy glow over the terrace. My breath hitched as I took it all in.

"Zavian..." I whispered, stepping off the bike as he took my hand. "This is beautiful."

He smirked, watching my reaction with clear satisfaction. "I knew you'd like it."

"Like it?" I turned to him, eyes wide. "I love it."

His hand tightened around mine as he led me towards a table set up at the very edge of the terrace, giving us an uninterrupted view of the sprawling city below. A soft melody played in the background, adding to the intimacy of the moment. He pulled out my chair, and I sat, still slightly dazed by the setting.

As soon as we were settled, a waiter appeared, serving an array of dishes before I could even look at the menu. My eyes flickered to Zavian in amusement. "Ordered ahead?"

He shrugged, looking smug. "I know what my wife likes."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't fight the smile tugging at my lips as I reached for the glass of sparkling juice. "So, what's the occasion?"

Zavian leaned back, his gaze never leaving mine. "Do I need a reason to take my wife out on a proper date?"

I raised a brow. "Proper date? So, all the fancy dinners before weren't?"

He smirked. "They were just warm-ups."

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "You're unbelievable."

"And you," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, "are breathtaking."

Heat crept up my neck, and I quickly focused on my plate. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Husband."

"Are you sure?" he teased, resting his chin on his hand as he watched me. "Because so far, it's been working quite well."

I sighed, defeated. "Unfortunately."

He chuckled, reaching for his fork. "Eat, Mashal-e-Mehtaab. I need my wife well-fed before I reveal her next surprise."

I nearly choked on my drink. "There's more?"

Zavian grinned, offering me a bite from his plate. "Oh, sweetheart... we're just getting started."

The ride to our next destination was different. The air felt heavier, charged with something electric, something unspoken. Zavian's grip on the handlebars was firm, but his thumb traced slow circles over the back of my hand where it rested against his stomach.

The city lights slowly faded into nothingness as Reaper roared down empty roads, winding through hills that overlooked the vast, endless sea. And then, finally, we stopped.

I slid off the bike, pulling off my helmet as I took in the breathtaking sight before me—the White Cliffs of Dover stretched out like ghostly sentinels, standing tall against the moonlit sea. The wind was cool, carrying the scent of salt and freedom, and the vast horizon stretched endlessly before us.

"Zavian..." My voice was barely above a whisper, awe-struck.

He walked up behind me, his warmth radiating against my back. "I wanted to show you something."

Before I could ask what, the sky above us lit up.

I gasped.

A streak of silver tore across the sky, followed by another. And another.

Thousands and thousands of meteoroids burned through the atmosphere, scattering the heavens with fire and light. The night sky became a canvas of celestial wonder, each shooting star carving its own path in the infinite black.

"Oh my God..." My voice trembled with the sheer beauty of it. I turned to Zavian, my heart hammering against my ribs. He planned this.

He was watching me—not the sky. Me.

"You knew?" I breathed.

His lips curved into the smallest, softest smile. "I checked the timings. Thought it'd be nice to watch it together."

My throat tightened. How? How does he keep doing this

I turned back to the sky, my chest aching with something so deep, so overwhelming, it was terrifying. The love I felt for Zavian in that moment was all-consuming. Raw. Unfiltered.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder as we watched the stars dance above the sea. "Make a wish, Mashal-e-Mehtaab."

I exhaled shakily, closing my eyes for a brief second.

I don't need to.

He's already mine.

_

The next few days were a whirlwind of work, but somehow, Zavian and I always carved out time for each other—dinners, movie nights, or even just cooking together.

It was a similar Tuesday evening when he walked in, looking utterly exhausted, his hair a disheveled mess, tie loosened. I leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him with a knowing smile.

"I made pot pie," I said, tilting my head. "Want some?"

His lips curved into a tired but genuine grin. "I'll go freshen up," he murmured before disappearing into our room.

Shaking my head fondly, I turned to the stove, warming up the food. Not even a minute later, I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist from behind, his body pressing against mine as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"Busy day?" I asked softly, my hands still on the pot.

He hummed, his breath warm against my skin. "Very busy day..." he murmured, voice low and husky, making a shiver run down my spine.

"Well, good for you," I said, slicing a piece of pie and placing it onto two plates. I picked up my fork and took a bite, closing my eyes briefly. "This... this tastes like heaven."

Zavian chuckled against my skin, his grip tightening. "Heaven, huh? And here I thought I was your heaven."

I rolled my eyes, even as my heart did a little somersault. "You wish."

He hummed, nosing along the curve of my neck. "Every day."

Heat bloomed up my spine, but I shoved a forkful of pie into his mouth before he could get smug about it. He let out a surprised grunt, then chewed, his expression shifting from playful to pure bliss.

"Damn," he mumbled around the bite. "This might actually be better than my heaven theory."

I laughed, turning in his hold. "See? Now sit down and eat properly before you collapse on me."

He exhaled dramatically but let me pull him to the dining table. As we ate, the exhaustion in his eyes softened, replaced by something warmer, quieter.

Halfway through our meal, he reached for my hand, tracing his thumb over my knuckles. "You make bad days bearable, you know that?"

I squeezed his fingers gently. "I'll remind you of that the next time you annoy me."

He smirked. "And I'll remind you that I still win you over every time."

I rolled my eyes, but I didn't let go of his hand.

As the night settled around us, we fell into easy conversation, filling the room with laughter, teasing, and the kind of comfort that came with loving someone wholly.

Eventually, when the dishes were done and the lights dimmed, I curled up on the couch, expecting a quiet end to the night. But Zavian had other plans.

He tugged me up suddenly, pulling me close. "Come with me."

I blinked up at him. "Where?

He didn't answer, just laced our fingers together and led me to the balcony. The city stretched before us, glowing with a thousand golden lights. The air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of life.

Zavian leaned against the railing, tugging me between his legs. His arms wrapped around my waist, his chin resting on my head.

I sighed, sinking into him. "This is nice."

He hummed in agreement, fingers tracing lazy patterns over my back. Then, after a beat of silence, he murmured, "I have something for you."

I pulled back slightly, raising a brow. "Another surprise? You're on a roll, Mr. Husband."

His lips twitched, but beneath the usual confidence, there was something softer—almost nervous. He reached into his pocket, then took my hand, pressing something cool and metallic into my palm.

A necklace.

The delicate chain glimmered under the soft balcony lights, a single diamond nestled between its silver links, catching the glow like a star trapped in glass. My breath hitched as I ran my fingers over it, the weight of the gift settling deep in my chest.

"Zavian..." I whispered, glancing up at him, warmth unfurling in my stomach. "You're spoiling me."

He grinned, the unease in his eyes replaced by something deeper—something utterly, devastatingly tender. "And you're only just noticing?"

Before I could protest, he plucked the necklace from my fingers, his touch gentle as he stepped closer. His fingers brushed my hair aside, baring the curve of my neck. I barely had a moment to shiver before his lips pressed softly against my skin, a fleeting, reverent kiss that sent a thrill down my spine.

Zavian lingered there for a breath before fastening the necklace around my throat, his fingers grazing my pulse. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice low, almost to himself.

I swallowed, my heart hammering against the delicate chain now resting above it. "You're impossible."

His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with mischief. "But you love me anyway."

I sighed, but my smile gave me away. "Unfortunately."

His laughter rumbled between us as he pulled me into his arms, and under the endless night sky, I knew—I would never stop falling for him.

_