The yacht cut through the sea like a brushstroke on a vast canvas, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. The sky above was painted in gradients of gold and soft lavender, the sun sinking into the horizon as if shy to bid the world goodnight. Every element of the scene exuded tranquility—the gentle sway of the vessel, the melodic lapping of waves against its hull, and the distant cry of seagulls echoing in the fading light.
Jasper leaned back on the cushioned sunbed, his hand idly combing through Larissa’s hair as she rested her head against his thigh. She had slipped into a comfortable stillness, her eyes closed, her breathing soft and steady. It was the kind of moment he wished he could capture and preserve forever, untainted and eternal.
The other hand cradled a glass of champagne, u
