When the world finally stilled, when their breathless bodies began to search for air and calm, he rested his forehead against hers. Their breathing synced, hearts slowing together. Thor brushed his fingers gently through her hair.

“I love your hair,” he murmured, still catching his breath. “Promise me you’ll never change it?”

She smiled with her eyes closed, answering softly, “I promise.”

Shifting slightly, he kept her in his arms and, to her surprise, began to sing. His voice was deep, smooth, and brimming with emotion—a slow, romantic song, like a declaration wrapped in melody.

Celina’s eyes flew open. She had never imagined he could sing like that. The emotion washed over her with such force that tears slipped free without her consent. She gazed at him, enchanted, mesmerized.

When he finished, she cupped his face with trembling hands.

“You sing beautifully, love…”

He smiled.

“This song is ours. It’s about our love. Wherever you are, whenever you hear it, you’ll remember this moment