The sun was low, turning the villa’s terrace golden. You sipped your drink, feeling slightly out of place in the midst of luxury you didn’t usually see. You were in a vacation… with your friends, but they left you there alone.

Then you noticed him. Jobe Bellingham — tall, calm, with that unreadable expression that somehow made your stomach flip.

He leaned casually against the railing, eyes on you.

“You shouldn’t be standing here… alone,” he said, voice low and reserved. “But… I’m glad i’m not the only one who wants peace here in this messy place.”