Tryson exhaled a deep breath, letting the crisp sea air fill his lungs as he settled into the tranquil yet electrifying atmosphere of the open waters.
Leaning against the polished railings of the luxurious yacht, he let his gaze drift over the endless horizon, where the evening sky melted into the restless waves.
Then, just as he was about to lose himself in thought, a sudden yet delicate sensation swept over him—a soft touch, warm and familiar.
Angel, with an effortless grace, pressed herself against his back, her arms snaking around him in an embrace that sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.
The evening air carried a whisper of adventure, mingling with the soothing crash of the waves as they cut through the vast sea.
It was their sanctuary, a four-hour escape from the relentless whirlwind of rumors and chaos that lurked beyond the horizon.