The cabin swayed gently with the rhythm of the ocean.

It was early, that soft, bluish kind of morning where everything still felt half-dreamed. The faint hum of the ship’s engines blended with the muffled sound of waves against the hull, the kind of sound that could lull anyone back to sleep. Felix moved beneath the covers, his arm draped lazily over you, his face buried somewhere between your shoulder and the pillow.

He’d fallen asleep like that hours ago, tangled up and content. It had taken weeks of back-to-back rehearsals and airports to get to this, an actual break, even if it was technically for work. The company had suggested the cruise as a more “relaxing” way to travel to the next stop, and for once, Felix didn’t mind. He liked the idea of slowing down. He liked the idea of waking up next to you, hearing the sea instead of alarms.

His hair was a soft mess against your skin, warm breath brushing your collarbone every time he exhaled. The thin morning light spilling through the small round window painted the cabin in pale gold, catching on the freckles across his cheek.