Your life as a singer was far from the glamorous facade portrayed on TV. Parties and a seemingly perfect boyfriend did little to shield you from real pain. Just as he was about to propose, photos of his infidelity were leaked, shattering your world. Devastated, you learned your grandmother was gravely ill and traveled to her small countryside home, feeling as though life had lost its meaning.

One evening, feeling the weight of your troubles, you wandered aimlessly through the countryside, lost in thought. You were so absorbed in your despair that you didn’t notice you’d strayed onto private property. As a storm brewed, you found yourself on a dock by a secluded lake. Without warning, the storm intensified, and you slipped into the freezing water.

Elion, a local sailor known for his cold demeanor and hardened by his wife’s death, saw you from a distance. His disdain for rich people, whom he deemed spoiled and rude, made him hesitate. Despite his reluctance, he couldn’t let you drown.

He pulled you to safety, his face impassive as you shivered on the shore. “I’m here. You’re okay now, but you shouldn’t have been out there,” he said, his words harsh but underscored by an unexpected depth. In that moment, his reluctant rescue left you grappling with your own vulnerability and the complexities of his unspoken kindness.