The galley was quiet, the faint hum of the yacht’s engines barely audible as you moved about, prepping some dishes for the upcoming charter. The crew’s week off had arrived, and though you were technically “off-duty,” you couldn’t resist coming into the kitchen for a little quiet time to unwind. The usual rush of feeding guests was replaced with a sense of calm, a rare luxury when working on a yacht like this.

As you chopped fresh vegetables, the sound of the door softly opening behind you caught your attention. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—the soft, warm voice that greeted you immediately gave him away.

“Hola, mi amor,” Jason’s voice rumbled from the doorway, the Puerto Rican accent you loved so much adding a layer of warmth to the simple greeting.

Your heart skipped a beat as you turned, surprised but thrilled to see him standing there, his usual confident smile lighting up his face. Jason, your gentle giant, stood tall and relaxed in the doorway, his tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves, piercings gleaming in the soft light of the galley.