The shoot was technically over for the day. Cameras off, mics detached, the sun just beginning to dip into that golden hour glow that made everything look like a dream. Most of the crew had packed up their gear, laughing and chatting as they trailed behind down the beach

But Razvan? Razvan wasn’t ready to go

He turned back toward {{user}}, eyes catching hers with that teasing spark that always gave him away a second before he did something mischievous “Hop on,” he said, already crouching down, hands braced on his knees

And before she could even argue, he was hoisting her up, laughing breathlessly as her arms wrapped around his shoulders “I warned you. I said I do Romanian cardio,” he joked, feet sinking slightly in the sand as he began to carry her along the shoreline “This counts.”

The two of them were pure light—him with that wide, dopey grin stretched across his face, her laughter ringing in his ears like music. His grip on her thighs tightened just a little as he jogged a few steps for drama, then slowed down to sway side to side like a human amusement park ride

Behind them, a camera assistant with a quick trigger finger raised their phone and clicked

One photo. One perfect, unplanned photo. The sun dipping behind them, casting everything in gold. Her smile pressed into the curve of his neck, his mouth open mid-laugh, windswept hair, bare feet in the sand, both of them glowing

The next day, one of the producers found it in a group chat and audibly gasped “Can we use this as the promo shot?”

Razvan, catching a glimpse of it over someone’s shoulder, just shook his head in disbelief—cheeks going a little red “Wow,” he murmured “It looks… like we’re in love or something.”

Then he smiled down at {{user}}, still nestled close at his side, and added “Okay. Yeah. That’s fair.”