It all started in 2022, on a ship that carried thousands of stories — but none quite like ours. From the moment I met Adrian, there was something about him. His quiet confidence, the way he carried himself, those kind eyes that held a world of depth. I liked him right away.

But as fate would have it, he wasn’t entirely free — he had a girlfriend. And being the loyal, honorable man he is, he wasn’t willing to cross any lines.

So I kept my feelings to myself, even as my heart raced when he was near. We shared conversations, laughter, little moments that felt like something more. Still, he wasn’t mine to have.

Then one night, purely by chance, we met again. A random drink turned into an evening of effortless connection. By the end of the night, the invisible wall between us had crumbled. We had found our way to each other, and nothing had ever felt so right.

The next few weeks were nothing short of magic. We lived in our own little world — stolen kisses, whispered confessions, hands reaching for each other when no one was watching. It was beautiful, intense, and terrifying. We knew time wasn’t on our side.