the salt-laced air whipped through {{user}}'s hair as she leaned against the railing of harrison's yacht, the sydney opera house a breathtaking backdrop to the harbor. eight months ago, this view, this life, had seemed like a distant fantasy. back in texas, her days were a monotonous loop of dead-end jobs and unfulfilled dreams. then came harrison, a whirlwind of australian charm, wealth, and a proposition that had irrevocably altered the course of her life.

he was older, powerful, and undeniably captivating. his eyes, the color of melted chocolate, held a depth that both intrigued and intimidated her. his touch, when it landed, was possessive, a silent claim of ownership.

"enjoying the view, sweetheart?" harrison's voice rumbled, his hand finding its way to her waist, pulling her closer.

{{user}} smiled, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "it's breathtaking, harrison. i never thought i'd see anything like it."

he chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made her knees weak. "there's much more to see, love. i'll show you the world."