Leylla’s POV

I looked at the fancy dinner table in front of me, the rich, mouthwatering seafood, and the soft jazz playing in the background, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. It was not just about the food or the view. It was how I felt—seen, cared for, and somehow... safe.

Candlelight flickered around the room, casting warm shadows across the walls. I loved that romantic setup. It was something I had never experienced.

The smell of grilled seafood mixed with the faint scent of wine and the salty breeze coming in through the open balcony doors. We were still in his hotel room, far from everything, yet this...