Travis stood by the window of his high-rise office, overlooking the bustling city below. The last golden rays of the setting sun cast elongated shadows across his face, accentuating the contemplative furrow between his brows. The skyline was a jagged rhythm against the twilight canvas, but all the splendor of urban life paled in comparison to the storm of emotions brewing within him.
Camila's image floated to the forefront of his mind-a vision of dark waves and defiant brown eyes that sparkled even when she was holding back tears. She was like a lighthouse amidst his tempestuous thoughts, her strength guiding him through the chaos.
"Damn it," he murmured to himself, running a hand through his neatly styled hair. Love. It had crept up on him with the stealth of a shadow at dusk, and now it held him captive.
"Travis?" Camila's voice cut through his reverie, clear and unexpectedly close.