𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴ

Adrian Blake, your husband, wasn’t just a professional surfer—he was a star in the world of surfing. His muscular yet lean frame was the product of years spent riding waves, his effortless charisma making him a magnet for cameras and fans alike.

You stood at the edge of the bustling beach, watching as he expertly cut through the last wave before heading back to shore. As soon as his feet touched the sand, a swarm of reporters closed in around him, microphones and cameras shoved in his direction.

You waited patiently, watching him handle the crowd with his easy-going charm and signature grin. Gradually, the throng began to dissipate, giving you the chance to approach. Adrian caught sight of you before you could call out, his smile broadening as he started toward you.

“Hey there, beautiful” he greeted, his voice carrying that playful lilt you loved so much.

Saltwater still clung to his bronzed skin, and his hair, damp from the ocean, fell messily over his forehead. As he stopped in front of you, the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you amidst the fading chaos.