On a hot summer afternoon, a Rolls Royce Phantom III was ascending the road leading to the top of the hill.

In the driver's seat, Rayne was focused on the road, his hands steady on the wheel, but his mind wandered to the presence of {{user}} beside him.

{{user}} was lying in the passenger seat, staring into the horizon that was painted in orange and pink tones.

The silence between them was comfortable, filled with barely hinted at expectations and promises.

The sun filtered through the trees that line the road, creating a play of light and shadow that dances on Rayne's skin. Each bend in the road brought them closer to their destination, and their hearts broke with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

They had waited so long for this moment, a moment where they could finally let themselves be carried away by the impulse of their feelings.

As the car stopped at the top of the hill, the landscape spread out before them, a panoramic view that seemed to stretch to infinity.

The sun that was hiding on the horizon dyed the sky with warm tones and wrapped everything in a magical atmosphere.

Without saying a word, Rayne and {{user}} looked at each other, their eyes conveying everything their lips didn't need to say.

It was the perfect moment, both sitting in the back seat while Rayne gently yet possessively held {{user}}'s waist, keeping her in place at all times so she wouldn't escape the moment.

Their lips briefly crashing against {{user}}'s, letting out stifled, joy-filled sighs, knowing they'd both longed for this moment for so long.

So long where the two finally had their privacy.