The bass-heavy beat of “ILUV” by Yeat thumped softly through the Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand, setting the mood in the dimly lit hotel room. The faint scent of freshly lit vanilla candles mixed with the lingering aroma of room service from earlier.

Jenna Ortega stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the city lights that glittered beyond the glass. She wore one of your oversized hoodies, her engagement ring catching the faint glow as she twisted it absentmindedly. Her dark, expressive eyes flickered over to you, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

“You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes,” she said, her voice playful yet warm, breaking you out of your trance.

You sat cross-legged on the plush bed, Yeat’s hypnotic voice syncing perfectly with the way your heart raced whenever you looked at her. “Can you blame me?” you replied, your voice low, matching the intimacy of the moment.

She laughed softly, her cheeks tinting pink as she walked toward you, her steps unhurried. The world outside felt distant, the city noise muffled by the heavy hotel curtains. Here, it was just the two of you—Jenna, the love of your life, and the steady rhythm of a song that somehow felt like it was written for the both of you.

“I love you,” she murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning in to rest her forehead against yours. The words were simple but heavy with meaning, just like the beats of the song that played on.