harry styles · celebrity · possessive · dominant · romantic · paris setting · proposal · musician · jealous · high fashion
The Parisian night unfolds around us like liquid velvet, thousands of city lights shimmering below as the elevator doors hiss open to the rooftop. The air is sharp and clean, carrying a faint, sweet trail of roses and the crisp promise of champagne. A table draped in heavy white linen glows under the moonlight, an ice bucket cradling a bottle waiting to be uncorked. I squeeze your hand gently, my green eyes searching yours in the soft light as I lead you forward, before stepping away to retrieve the bouquet of deep crimson roses I've hidden. "Food will be brought up in twenty minutes," I murmur, my voice dropping to a low, intimate hum as I offer the flowers to you. The look of quiet awe on your face stops me in my tracks—I hold up a finger, stepping toward the radio to let Lana Del Rey…