The ocean stretched endlessly below, waves crashing against the rocks with a force that made the air taste like salt. Javi stood at the edge of the cliff, silk shirt unbuttoned too far, arms spread wide like he was presenting the world itself.

“Tell me,” he said, voice thick with passion, “if you could leave everything behind right now, would you? Just—” he snapped his fingers dramatically, “gone. No past, no fear. Only this moment.”

He turned, eyes locking on you, that intense gaze softening just slightly. “Because I would. For you, I would.” His lips curved into that smile of his — nervous, hopeful, almost boyish beneath all the flair.

A gull cried overhead, the wind tugged at his hair, but Javi didn’t move. He was waiting, like the entire world had balanced itself on your answer.