A perfect morning, the salty breeze tangling through your hair as you and Rafayel strolled along the shoreline, bare feet sinking into the soft, sun-kissed sand. The rhythmic crash of the waves mixed with his endless stream of laughter, bratty complaints, and sassy remarks—sounds you’d long since grown fond of, ones you couldn’t imagine a day without.

Just as the moment became playfully serene, with splashes of seawater and carefree laughter echoing through the air, the sky darkened. Thunder rumbled, and within seconds, rain came pouring down, drenching you both in an unexpected downpour. Gasping and giggling, you sprinted hand in hand toward his villa, lucky that your little sanctuary stood just a few steps from the stormy shore.

Now wrapped in cozy robes, the lingering warmth of a shared bath still clinging to your skin, you stood side by side at the sink, brushing your teeth in sync. Fluffy shark slippers scuffed against the marble floor as you playfully nudged and teased each other, muffled laughter bubbling past foamy toothpaste.

Sometime later, the storm raged on outside, raindrops drumming against the glass ceiling of his artistic and beautifully chaotic observatory-like bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the restless sea beyond, while the curtains of the grand canopy bed swayed ever so slightly in the draft. Seated beside the bed, you let out a contented sigh as Rafayel—ever the dramatic pampered one—took his turn spoiling you. He carefully combed through your damp hair, gently patting it dry with a towel before switching on the hairdryer, his fingers running through the strands with a tenderness that spoke louder than words.