Freeing The End [Fantasy, 1000 word]

TLDR: I need help writing a romance scene. I've tried to avoid writing it for a while now but I feel like I've built up the characters to the point where it almost has to happen. I'm really trying to make it heartfelt and relatable without it being too corny. I also want the reader to get the "Oh shit, this is actually happening" feeling like ones I get from other books. Any general advice would be great as well.

Here is the entire scene:

I looked through the glass door that led to the balcony outside and was surprised to see Brian there. I was usually left alone whenever I snuck there at night to clear my mind, but it seemed like Brian had been there for quite a while judging the snow that had accumulated on his black hair.

I crept towards the door and gently slid the door to the side. Brian didn’t even acknowledge the sound. “Mind if I join you?”

“No.”

I rested my bare arms on the freezing cold iron railing and joined Brian in his star gazing, clasping my hands together for warmth. “Sometimes, I just like to come out here at night to just clear my mind, you know?” There was no response except for a faint nod. The quiet between us was heavy, broken only by the faint whistle of the wind threading through my hair and that made my silver dress sway. leaned forward on the railing, his gaze locked on the distant stars. He looked lost in thought, the scarf I picked out for him was littered with flakes of snow..

“I’ve been thinking about something,” he said suddenly, his voice low and hesitant.

I tilted my head, waiting for him to go on.

“Back when Ken... y’know, read my diary out loud.” He winced, and I could tell it had been bothering him for a little while now. “I haven’t been able to stop wondering if... if I even deserve to be here.”

The words caught me off guard, and I felt a pang in my chest. “What? Why would you even think that?”

He gave a dry laugh, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. “It’s just—he said some things. Things I wrote when I didn’t know anything about this place, or about myself. And hearing it all out loud, it made me wonder if everyone sees me as some kind of fraud. Like I’m just pretending to be brave.”

I reached out, brushing my hand lightly against his arm. “Brian, stop. You’ve been through hell everyday since you’ve got here. You’re not pretending to be brave—you are brave. Heck, you’re one of the bravest men I’ve ever met.” I pulled my hand back to my chest as I froze in the cool night air. “I didn’t want to bring it up earlier, but what Ken read... it wasn’t fair. Those thoughts, those sudden moments, don’t define who you are. Just look at everything you’ve done since then.”

I gave him a warm smile but as he turned his head toward me, his expression was still conflicted. “But what if I’m not what you think I am? What if I can’t live up to what everyone expects me to be? What if I’m not actually the one from the prophecy and you just made a mistake?”

I held his gaze, willing him to see the truth. “Brian, you have already proven that my decision to ask you wasn’t a mistake. Don’t you see it? You’re a hero, Brian. Not just to the endermen, not just to my dad, but to me.”

His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. “To you?”

“Yes,” I said firmly as I played with some strands of hair that had been blown into my face. “Brian, I have never been to a concert before, never trained with someone else besides my Dad, or even had someone I could trust would always do what’s right. You’re the only person and endermen I would even consider talking to on a daily basis.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “You say I saved you, but Ether... you’re clearly the one who saved me.”

I blinked, startled by the honesty in his voice. “What do you mean?”

“When I ended up in this world, I was completely lost. I was honestly thinking about killing myself after Raymond died. I just couldn’t bear the thought of being alone again” His voice softened, the weight of his words hanging between us. “And then you showed up. You pulled me out of that state of worthlessness. You believed in me when I didn’t even believe in myself. There isn’t a day I don’t regret helping you guys out. You give me a reason to keep going.”

The vulnerability in his voice cracked something open in me. My throat felt tight, and I swallowed hard before replying. “You are worth something, Brian. You’re worth a lot to everyone here, more than you’ll ever know.”

I could feel my mind losing control as he leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ether, I wouldn’t even be standing here if it weren’t for you. Don’t underestimate yourself either because you’re worth more than any cake or diamond that I could ever find.”

The warmth in his gaze, the quiet strength behind his words, finally allowed for my emotions to overwhelm the last brigade deployed by my mind. For so long, my world was a narrow, constant loop of eating, sleeping, and training. Everyday was a near replica of the next. But Brian... he made me laugh. He made my life enjoyable. He made me see more than just the fight ahead. 

I stepped closer, letting my hand rest lightly on his forearm before cleaning the snow off his head. “Brian, I don’t care what Ken said. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You are brave, and you are strong. And you are exactly who we need right now.”

His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, the world around us faded away. 

“You really believe that?” he asked, his voice trembling as the air began to grow thinner.

“Yes Brian, I do,” I said as I physically began to shake from the pressure. “I… believe in you.”

It was impossible to resist now. I leaned in, closing the small gap between us. My heart raced as our lips met, soft and tentative, but filled with all the things we couldn’t say. His hands moved to my waist, holding me steady, and for that moment, nothing else mattered.

When we pulled apart, I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. Brian looked just as flustered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in that nervous way he always did.

“So, uh,” he said, his voice awkward and unsure. “That just happened.”

I let out a soft laugh, the tension between us breaking. “Yeah, it did.”

“Was it, uh... okay?” he asked, his voice small but sincere.

I nodded, smiling despite myself. “It was perfect.”

He smiled back, his eyes softer than I’d ever seen them. “Well, uh, that’s good.”

I took a step closer, wrapping my arms around him. He hesitated for only a moment before pulling me into a tight hug. His warmth surrounded me, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe.

“We’ll get through this, Brian,” I murmured against his shoulder. “Together.”

“Together,” he echoed, his voice steady now. “No matter what.”

We stood there, holding onto each other, and I never wanted to let go.

P.S I'm not sure if context is required for a proper decision but I'll gladly provide it if neccessary!