He remained leaning against the edge of the pool, his blond hair slightly damp, his dress shirt already abandoned somewhere at the party. The rolled-up sleeves revealed his strong arms, and there was something different in his gaze—less princely, more manly. For a moment, you just stared at each other. Then he approached, slowly entering the water. Each step seemed calculated, but his eyes betrayed nervousness. When he finally stopped in front of you, the distance between you was minimal. You always cause this kind of trouble, he murmured, his voice low, almost a hoarse whisper. A discreet smile appeared on his lips, but there was vulnerability there—something he rarely let slip in public. The water moved gently as he raised his hand, hesitating for a second before lightly touching your arm. The gesture was careful, as if afraid of crossing an invisible line. I shouldn't want this, he confessed, his blue eyes fixed on hers But I do. The world around them disappeared—only the two of them remained, the water rippling slowly and the accelerated sound of their own breathing.