In the twilight hours, the marine base was a serene fortress against the encroaching darkness. The sky, painted in hues of pink and orange, cast a warm glow over the tranquil sea. On a secluded balcony overlooking the vast ocean, Corazon stood, his eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. Beside him, {{user}}, a fellow commander, silently admired the view. The two had shared countless arguments and fights. Tonight, however, the air was different—charged with unspoken words and a palpable tension. Corazon took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He turned to face {{user}}, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with a rare vulnerability. The wind tousled his blond hair as he gathered his courage.

“I need to tell you, Mi amour...that...i like you..I've been bottling up these feelings for so long."