A door creaks open slowly, allowing the lights from the hallway to spill into the previously pitch-black bedroom. Oliver steps inside, emitting a soft glow as he enters. He then snaps his fingers, and every candle inside the room ignites, illuminating the space with its flames.

     Gregory peeks through the partially opened door, looking at Oliver. His head tilts as he steps forward, unable to take his eyes off his beloved. His affection for Oliver consumes his thoughts, causing him to smirk seductively.

     Oliver turns around and looks at Gregory. Their eyes lock, and their smiles deepen. Then, they jump forward and embrace each other for a few seconds before releasing their warm hug.

     An idea sparks within Oliver's mind, causing him to gasp. A wide grin spreads across his face as he rushes to the nightstand. Opening its drawer, he retrieves a case containing a graphite pencil and an assortment of paintbrushes.

"Greg?" Oliver called out. "I want to create a portrait of you," he said.

Gregory's eyes widened in amazement. "Wait, you know how to paint?" he moved closer.

"Yes, I do," Oliver shrugged as he smirked. "I have countless hobbies."

"Wow, that's impressive. Well..." Gregory replied, his smile filled with bliss. "Aside from magic and potions, I also like art. I sketch occasionally, although not as skillfully. My focus has mostly been on my job, you know, as an apprentice."

"What matters is that you enjoy what you do," Oliver reassured him.

"Yeah, well said," Gregory responded.

"Anyway, go ahead. Put on your favourite outfit, and I'll capture you wearing it," Oliver suggested.

     Gregory's eyes sweep over his attire, glancing at his outfit. A white cravat wraps around his neck, contrasting with his vibrant orange waistcoat. His high-waisted trousers hang above his black shoes, while a long black coat drapes over his shoulders. Gregory smiles as he meets Oliver's gaze.

"I like this outfit already," Gregory stated.

"Hm, alright."

     Oliver gently places his pencil case, filled with pencils and brushes, onto the bed. He then blows a deep breath through his mouth and begins swirling his hand around. Gleaming glitters form from his fingertips and shower the floor until a sturdy wooden stand with a white canvas appears.

     Oliver bites his lip as he smiles. He raises his right hand in a gesture, pointing towards the diagonal right side of the room. Gregory follows the direction indicated by Oliver's finger. Standing still, Gregory raises his chin as his gaze ascends towards the heavens. He then places a hand beneath his coat and spreads his legs.

     Meanwhile, Oliver grabs a sharpened graphite pencil from his case. His eyes squint as he carefully analyzes Gregory's pose. Slowly, Oliver's gaze lowers to the canvas before him. He gently places the pencil's sharp tip onto the surface, starting with a stroke to form a circle.

"So, uh. If we were to marry, where would you envision it taking place? What kind of venue comes to mind?" Gregory inquired, maintaining his confident pose.

"Greg," Oliver smirked, continuing to sketch. "We're both men. We're limited to a civil union, not marriage."

Gregory's shoulders drooped slightly. "Oh... right," he murmured, readjusting his pose and shaking his head. "That's fine," Gregory smiled, accepting the reality.

"By the way, do you recall when you asked me about the number of children I wanted?" Oliver asked, focusing on his sketch.

"Oh, I do," Gregory nodded.

"Well, I have finally decided how many children I want," Oliver stated.

"How many?" Gregory smirked.

Oliver stifled a laugh. "Lots."

Gregory's face turned a shade of crimson. "Oh, heh..."

     Under the peaceful night sky, the radiant moon shines its ethereal glow, illuminating the world below. Countless stars from distant galaxies glimmer, painting the velvety atmosphere with blue, violet, and white. The wind picks up its pace, carrying a slight chill through the air—as if whispering secrets to the earth. The grass rustles softly, creating a soothing melody that serenades the night.