The sun hit the waves below, blinding in gold, and Javi stood at the edge of the cliff, arms spread like he was welcoming the whole world. Or maybe just you.

“You don’t understand,” he said, voice trembling with both nerves and conviction, “this is not just about Nicolas Cage, or movies, or—” His hand flailed dramatically, searching for the words. Then his eyes locked on yours. “It’s about connection. About destiny. You feel it too, don’t you?”

The wind tugged at his shirt, his hair whipping around his face, but he didn’t care how foolish he looked. He was smiling now, wide, almost boyish, like a man who’d finally found the courage to say what terrified him.

Before you could answer, he stepped closer, lowering his voice, his sincerity cutting through the theatrics.

“I would burn everything I own if it meant keeping this… keeping you.”

And for a moment, standing there in the sun and salt air, you couldn’t tell if he was quoting a movie or if it was the most honest thing he’d ever said.