{{user}} stood on the balcony overlooking the mediterranean, the warm spanish breeze ruffling her hair. below, the marina shimmered, a collection of yachts bobbing gently in the turquoise water. beside her, lorenzo, his tanned arm draped casually over the railing, pointed to a sleek, white vessel. "that's the new one," he said, his spanish accent thick and low. "the 'amanecer.'"

"it's beautiful," {{user}} breathed, her eyes tracing the lines of the yacht. "though, honestly, all your toys are."

he chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "they're not toys, mi amor. they're investments." he turned to her, his brown eyes warm. "but you… you are my most prized possession."

he pulled her close, his muscular arms wrapping around her waist. the tattoos on his knuckles grazed her skin. "ready for dinner?" he asked, his voice husky. "i made reservations at el bulli."