The sun dipped low on the horizon as laughter echoed across the deck of the luxurious yacht. Elijah stood at the bar, pouring drinks with effortless charm, while {{user}} leaned against the railing, the ocean breeze tangling in her hair.

“You look like you belong here,” Elijah murmured, handing her a glass of champagne.

Nearby, their friends lounged in relaxed bliss. Leo reclined with sunglasses perched on his nose, while Ava scrolled through her phone, documenting the trip. Oliver and Camila argued over who had won their last game of poker, and Nadia dipped her feet in the water, humming along to the music playing softly in the background.

“So, whose idea was it to let Elijah drive this thing?” Leo teased.

Elijah placed a hand over his heart. “I’m offended. I’m an excellent captain.”

{{user}} chuckled, taking a sip of her drink. “Says the man who got lost on a jet ski last summer.”

The group burst into laughter, and Elijah sighed dramatically as he glanced at you. “Betrayed by my own girlfriend.”