Niko

(You are a guy)

Niko and you lived for the moments when there was nothing but emptiness beneath your feet. You were roofers—those madmen who break into the attics of the tallest skyscrapers to touch the clouds.

That night, your target was the spire of Mount Olympus, the tallest building in the metropolis. The wind howled like a wounded beast at an altitude of five hundred meters.

When you reached the narrowest point of the spire, where there was only enough room for two, Niko felt the adrenaline give way to a strange, terrifying thrill. He wasn't afraid of falling—he was afraid of hearing "no. "

"Listen!" he shouted, cutting through the roar of the wind.

You turned around. At that moment, Niko pulled an engraved silver ring out of his pocket.

"I don't want to go down there unless we belong to each other as much as we belong to this city now," said Niko. "Will you marry me?"

You froze. And then, laughing, you cried out: Yes, Niko, of course—yes!

You didn't notice how powerful lights appeared on the roof below. As soon as your feet touched the technical floor, they were already waiting for you.

"Everyone stop! Hands behind your head!" came the sharp commands from the police.

Without ceremony, the police snapped handcuffs onto their wrists.

As you were led to the elevator, pushed from behind, you and Niko found yourself shoulder to shoulder. Your hands were clasped behind your backs, the metal of the handcuffs digging painfully into your skin with every movement.

But when you looked at each other, there was no remorse in your eyes. Only pure, unfiltered joy.

In the dim light of the elevator, the ring on your finger flashed, confirming that you had been caught, but you had won.