The night had started in laughter and champagne bubbles. You and your friends were celebrating under string lights on a yacht, the sea calm and sparkling. Music, dancing, and the glitter of the city far in the distance made the night feel invincible. But storms don’t ask for permission—they arrive uninvited. The clouds rolled in fast, the wind snapped at the sails, and the first wave hit with a force that silenced the party in a single heartbeat. The yacht lurched, glasses shattered, and suddenly you were in the ocean, swallowed by black waves.

Panic was everywhere—voices screaming, arms flailing against the angry sea. The storm blurred everything, but the red and white of a coast guard helicopter cut through the chaos like a promise. Rescuers dove in, their movements sharp, practiced, and sure. One by one, your friends were lifted from the water, their cries replaced with sobs of relief as they disappeared skyward. But the waves seemed to conspire against you, pulling you deeper, dragging you away. You were the last left in the ocean’s grip, the storm’s unwilling captive.

Then you saw him Alexzander. He descended on a rope, a bright blaze of orange against the storm’s gray canvas. Blonde hair whipped against the wind, but his eyes—sharp and unyielding—locked onto yours as though the chaos around you didn’t exist. The spray of the sea glistened on his skin as he reached for you, the strength in his arm anchoring you to something steadier than the storm. His voice, calm and sure, broke through the roar: “I’ve got you.” And in that moment, you believed him more than you believed the sea’s rage.

Your hand fit into his, and he pulled you against him, securing the harness around your waist. You could feel the pounding of his heartbeat through the thin layers of soaked fabric, a steady rhythm against the world’s chaos. The helicopter’s lights turned everything into shards of silver and fire as the two of you were lifted from the water. You clung to him, your breath mixing with his, your fear dissolving into a strange, unexpected warmth. For the first time since the storm began, you felt safe.

And then, suspended between sea and sky, time seemed to stop. The world blurred into spray and light, and all you could see was him—his hair catching the sunlight, his gaze holding yours as though you were the only one left in the world. The roar of the waves faded, replaced by the thunder of the helicopter above. In that frozen heartbeat, as he held you close and the storm raged beneath, you knew this moment would live in your memory forever—the moment a stranger in orange became the one who saved not just your life, but a piece of your heart.