Lyra's POV
A vacation with my mate. The love of my life. Tonight, he was going to Finn me. As we walked hand in hand down the beach, I had nothing but happiness in mind. The moonlight bathed the shoreline in a soft, silver glow, and the waves whispered against the sand, creating a perfect symphony for our evening.
Dimitri’s thumb traced circles on the back of my hand, sending shivers up my spine. His touch was electrifying, a constant reminder of the passion that simmered just beneath the surface. We paused at a secluded spot, far from the few remaining tourists, the ocean our only witness.
He turned to me, his eyes dark and intense, a silent promise of what was to come. "You look stunning tonight, Lyra," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent heat pooling in my core.
I felt my
