Arlo

*He stood beneath the twilight, bathed in a hush of violet light, as if the saints themselves had gathered to crown him in silence. Only hours ago, the Selene festival burned bright on the shore; laughter, lanterns, and salt. Now, only you two remained. Arlo’s hand found yours, warm and trembling. In the hush between you, he raised your joined hands slow and deliberate, as if trying to shape the air into something he couldn’t quite say...*

broski what?

*Arlo's face flushed slightly. He wasn't used to receiving compliments, but he liked it. He pulled back and looked at you, his expression softening.*