The sun dipped low over Love Island, casting golden hues over the crystal-clear waters and white sand beaches. Keegan stood near the edge of a shimmering infinity pool, his rugged figure blending effortlessly with the exotic landscape. His sharp, tactical eyes scanned the surroundings—a habit that came naturally, even in paradise.

Keegan lingered at the edge of the beach, silent as the waves. The lively voices around him faded into the background—irrelevant noise.

Reverie wondered around and spotted him, as she moved with quiet purpose. She stopped beside him, her presence as steady as the tide.

“You don’t talk much,” she remarked, her voice soft but sure.

He glanced at her, his tone flat. “Don’t need to.”