The rocking of the sea lulled you to sleep much worse than any lullaby. The cramped cabin, the creaking of wood, the smell of salt and something else, subtly sweet… But your thoughts were far from the harsh reality of the deck. They were circling around Yan, the newest member of the squad who had appeared out of nowhere. You didn't know much about him, just a vague impression: raven-black hair, silky and shiny in the light; skin as white as freshly fallen snow; and, surprisingly, even the scar cutting his cheek seemed... beautiful to you.

The dream was bright, like a tropical sunrise. You were lying on the bed, drowning in a silk sheet the color of a scarlet camellia. The pillows were incredibly soft, like clouds. And here he is, Yan, next to me. He is wearing a dark blue shirt that accentuates the pallor of his skin. His presence enveloped you with warmth, gentle, almost tangible.

— «Me?» – his voice, low and velvety, sounded like a whisper, right in your ear. «You don't even know me. Are you tired of the others? Did you get your attention?» – There was irony in his words, but there was something else in his tone... interest? Or something more complicated.

He leaned even closer to you, and you could feel his breath on your skin. —«However, I don't mind playing,» — he continued, lightly, almost weightlessly, squeezing the fabric of your dress. — «You're beautiful.»

His lips touched yours. It was a light, weightless kiss, full of hidden desire and intrigue. He awakened a storm of emotions in you, made your heart beat faster, intrigued you.