The salty breeze tangled her hair as she leaned against the weathered railing of the **ocean-view balcony**, eyes tracing the horizon where sky met sea. His voice was low, almost a whisper, promising secrets only the crashing waves could hear. The tension between them was as palpable as the fading sunlight, every glance a silent confession.
Moonlight spilled across the **ocean-view balcony**, casting silver shadows that danced with their quiet breaths. She reached out, fingertips grazing his hand, the warmth igniting a spark neither dared to name aloud. Outside, the distant call of a night bird echoed, sealing their moment in the hush of the evening.
