ATLAS Resort

The morning air was crisp, but the sun bore down with relentless intensity, making the resort's stone pathways warm underfoot. 

Inside the lounge, the cool air hummed from the central cooling system, a stark contrast to the heat outside. 

Ethan and Zack lounged on plush chairs, the open terrace giving them a clear view of the pristine resort grounds.

Ethan exhaled, running a hand through his hair before standing up and stretching. "I need a swim," he muttered.

Zack raised a brow from where he sat, lazily scrolling on his phone. "The big pool's empty. Just dive in there."

Ethan shook his head. "Too open."

He preferred the smaller pools dotted around the resort, each designed for privacy and exclusivity. 

One, in particular, was his favorite — a secluded space framed by sleek white stone and tropical greenery, its water a deep crystalline blue.