Hot

The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of the ocean as Arrow led Chase through a narrow, lantern-lit path. Chase had no idea where they were going—Arrow had refused to answer any of his questions, only giving him that usual cold, unreadable look before grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of the hotel. But now, as they stepped out onto an open terrace overlooking the sea, Chase sucked in a sharp breath.

Candles flickered softly along the edges of the space, casting a warm glow against the dark sky. A table was set up with wine and dessert, the chairs draped in soft fabric. Beyond them, the ocean stretched endlessly, shimmering under the moonlight.

Chase turned to Arrow, eyes wide with disbelief. "Didn't you say you don't know how to be romantic?"

Arrow shrugged, hands tucked into his pockets as if this wasn't a big deal. "I don't."