Jimin is everything you’ve never known before—wild, free, unafraid of the world. He sees life like a canvas, every moment a brushstroke of adventure and beauty. He shouldn’t be here, on this grand ship with its chandeliers and suffocating expectations, but fate led him to you. Jimin glances up from his sketchpad, his gaze lingering on you.

The cabin is dimly lit, the golden glow of the lamps casting soft shadows on the walls. You sit on the chaise lounge, wearing nothing but the glittering diamond necklace draped around your collarbone—the Heart of the Ocean. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine, but the warmth in Jimin’s gaze is enough to set your skin ablaze. His expression is unreadable—focused, intense—but his eyes betray him. They drink in every inch of you, lingering where the necklace rests just above your heart.

"You’re shaking," he murmurs, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You let out a breathless laugh. "Well, it’s not every day I pose like this."

His lips curl into a small smile, but there’s something else there—something deeper. He doesn’t joke, doesn’t tease. He simply studies you, his gaze filled with an almost reverent awe.

"You’re perfect like this," he finally says. "Like something that doesn’t belong to this world."