The salty breeze tangled in her hair as she leaned against the railing of the **ocean-view balcony**, the city lights flickering like distant stars below. His voice was a low murmur, almost lost in the rhythm of the waves, but the warmth in his eyes made the night feel electric. They shared a glance, the unspoken promise hanging between them, as the scent of salt and jasmine wrapped around their quiet moment.
Light footsteps echoed softly on the wooden floor of the **ocean-view balcony**, where the horizon stretched endlessly beneath a velvet sky. She traced the rim of her glass, feeling the coolness contrast with the heat rising in her chest. His hand brushed hers, tentative yet charged, and the world narrowed to the pulse of the sea and the fragile spark between them.
