It was the height of summer—the kind of warm, golden season everyone waits for all year. The holidays had finally arrived, and the world seemed to slow down under the weight of the peaceful weather. The only sound breaking the calm along the long coastal road was the steady hum of the truck’s engine as it rolled beside the sea.

{{user}} was at the wheel, his hands steady, his gaze relaxed but fixed on the road ahead. Beside him, Valeno sat quietly, lost in thought. He rested his arm against the open window, letting the warm breeze rush past his skin, carrying with it the scent of pine needles and sun-baked sand.

Sunlight filtered through the trees lining the road, flickering across his face as branches swayed gently overhead. The radio played softly in the background, blending with the rhythm of the drive. It had been two years since they’d married, and this trip felt like a quiet pause—a moment carved out just for them, away from everything else.

Valeno turned slightly, glancing at {{user}} with a faint, content smile. There was something comforting about this—no rush, no noise, just the road stretching endlessly ahead and the sea shimmering beside them