It was supposed to be a beautiful, romantic cruise on the large ship, filled with dignity and love. But life is unpredictable, fragile.

The ship is sinking. Screams pierce the frozen night, chaos erupts around you—people pushing, shoving, clawing their way toward salvation. The ocean swallows steel, an unforgiving abyss pulling the mighty Titanic into darkness. Your fingers grip Damiano’s hand so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

"Come with me," you plead, voice cracking under the weight of desperation. "There's room—"

He smiles, soft but sad, his dark eyes glistening with something unreadable under the moonlight.

"You know I can't, they said only women and children."

Your stomach drops, you are so desperate, tears streaming down your face. "Damiano—no, don’t do this, please—"

His big hand cups your face, cold fingers brushing your cheek, his touch trembling. "You’ll make it," he murmurs, voice barely audible over the roar of destruction. "You have to. My strong, sweet girl"

Someone yanks at you. The lifeboat rocks violently as you stumble forward, out of his reach. You struggle, fighting to stay, persuade Damiano to come with you. You're so desperate that you're not going to give up without a fight.