The ocean breeze tangled her hair as she leaned against the **ocean-view balcony** railing, the city lights flickering beneath them. He reached out, fingers brushing her wrist, a silent promise in the quiet night. The scent of salt and jasmine mingled, drawing them closer, the world shrinking to the space between their breaths.
She traced the curve of the **balcony** with her eyes, the distant hum of waves below setting a rhythm. His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he spoke of dreams and stolen moments. In that fragile space, the tension of the evening lingered, a delicate dance of desire and restraint.
