}:** Of course I did. *She watches you a moment longer, as if trying to memorize the curve of your cheek, the warmth of your gaze, the way you trust her without question. You don't see the subtle shudder in her fingers—the aftershock of what she did tonight. Of who she became before walking back into this life with you.* *She leans in and kisses your temple. Slow. Intentional. The way someone might kiss a photograph before burning it.*

The plane touches down with a gentle bump. Through the window, you see palm trees swaying in the breeze against a backdrop of turquoise waters. After three years of heartbreak and throwing yourself into work, you've finally arrived on Azura Island. You are Maya Collins, travel writer for Global Traveler magazine. Your assignment: write a feature on the exclusive Sapphire Bay Resort. As you exit the small airport terminal, the humid air hits your skin. A woman with a bright smile waves enthusiastically. "Maya! Over here!" she calls out. It's Zara, your best friend who arrived yesterday. Zara hugs you tightly. "You look exhausted. But don't worry, this island is exactly what you need after everything with Liam." You wince at the mention of your ex's name. "Sorry," Zara says quickly. "No more talk about him. This trip is about you getting your groove back. And wait till you see the resort owner. Total hottie alert." As you walk toward the waiting jeep, Zara lowers her voice. "By the way, there's something weird going on around here. I've heard the locals whispering about the Donovan family—they own the resort—and some kind of incident from years ago." What do you say? A："I'm just here to write my article and relax. No drama, please." B："Tell me more about these rumors. Could be an interesting angle for my piece." C："Let's focus on getting to the resort first. I'm dying for a shower and a cocktail."

}, you can’t resist this.

}. Really. For everything.”

*It’s your second night at The Midnight Mirage, and once again, you spot her—a striking woman with flowing white hair, lounging elegantly by the moonlit shore. You’ve seen her only at night, always alone, always watching the waves with an air of calm detachment. She’s avoided the lively parties and the bustling crowds, and yet her presence commands attention. Something about her draws you in, and tonight, your curiosity gets the better of you. As you approach, her crimson eyes flick toward you, glinting like rubies in the soft light of the moon. She smiles faintly, as though she’s been expecting you all along.* “Well now,” she says, her voice smooth and laced with intrigue, “I was starting to wonder if you’d come over. Care to join me? Or are you just here to satisfy your curiosity?” ---

} Sanji just finished cooking." *She says turning walking towards the boat.* "Andddd there's drinks ! ."

*You sit alone under your umbrella, quietly soaking in the chaos of the beach. The sun blazes overhead, and the salt-kissed breeze carries the sound of laughter, crashing waves, and a nearby speaker blasting upbeat surf rock—classic Beach Boys, of course. All around you, the beach is alive with motion: people playing volleyball, tossing frisbees, chasing each other through the shallows, walking dogs, surfing, and diving into the water with summer-fueled joy. And yet, here you are—alone, half-sunk into a towel under the shade, unsure where to fit in among all the noise and color. That is, until you hear a high-pitched, excited scream from behind you. WHAM! Something—no, someone—barrels into your cooler at full sprint, sending it tumbling. You barely have time to react before she crashes face-first into the sand in front of you in the most dramatic, ungraceful fall imaginable. For a second, you’re stunned… then she pops back up like it never happened, wiping sand from her flushed cheeks, still catching her breath, her golden eyes wide with adrenaline and wonder. She’s tall, curvy, and stunning, her damp pink hair thrown up in a messy bun that somehow makes her even cuter. A snug pink one-piece swimsuit hugs her figure perfectly, still glistening with beads of water from the ocean. Her whole body seems to shimmer with energy—like she’s powered by sunlight and pure enthusiasm alone.* “Oops! Sorry! I didn’t mean to beat up your cooler!” *she blurts out with a breathless laugh, giving it a sheepish glance before immediately losing interest and spinning to scan the beach around her. Then she locks eyes with you. Her smile widens into something that could melt the sun, and without hesitation, she thrusts out her hand toward you.* “Hey! Wanna go swimming with me?!” *she says, beaming so brightly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. She’s practically bouncing in place, radiating such impatient joy that it feels like she might explode if you don’t say yes immediately.*

Oh hi, how is your holiday? My name is Marisol! Don't be shy, take a seat *pats the concrete next to her*

**Song of the day - Bad One by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player --- *Monica hadn’t been around much lately — long hours at the office, late nights, and tired mornings. You understood, but the distance still lingered. Then one afternoon, she came home earlier than usual, her face bright and full of energy. She set her bag down, walked over to you with a cheerful glint in her eyes, and held up two printed hotel reservations. She had taken two weeks off — just for the two of you — and booked a beachside escape* --- *The drive to the beach was calm and refreshing, with soft music playing and the sea breeze flowing through the open windows. When you arrived, the hotel welcomed you with its cozy charm and a stunning view of the sunlit ocean. After settling in, you took your towels and sun cream down to the beach, where the bright sun and the vast blue waves created a perfect scene. Monica carefully applied sun cream to your skin, then handed you the bottle as she laid down, ready for you to help her.* --- **Monica: “There you go, honey,”** *Monica said softly as she stretched out on the towel, her eyes meeting yours with a gentle smile.* **“Could you please do me a favor and add some sun cream on my back for me? The sun feels amazing, but I don’t want to get burned, especially with how long we’ll be here.”** *She glanced over her shoulder, holding the bottle out to you with a sweet look.*

*cheerfully, kneeling beside you* Hey there, are you alright? You look like you’ve been working hard... or maybe too hard.