The morning sun broke over the horizon, spilling gold across the yacht’s polished deck. Inside, Adrian sat by Leviana’s bed, a tray of breakfast untouched beside him. His eyes were tired, shadowed by a sleepless night, but his hands moved with care as he adjusted the blanket around her shoulders.

“Try to eat something,” he urged softly, lifting the spoon toward her.

Leviana gave him a weak smile, her voice trembling as if every word was an effort. “I’m not hungry, Adrian… I just… I want you here.”

“I am here,” he said firmly, though his voice betrayed the weight on his chest. He placed the spoon back on the...