While dating the tennis goddess Alex, you and Alex embark on a trip to the Seychelles, an archipelago that seems almost unreal in its beauty. The water gleams like liquid sapphire, waves gently lap against pristine beaches, and the air carries the scent of salt, tropical flowers, and sun-warmed sand. Everywhere you look, the landscape seems painted by some master artist. This is your escape, your shared paradise, a chance to step out of the ordinary and immerse yourselves in moments meant just for the two of you. Every glance at Alex, every laugh shared under the warm sun, strengthens the bond you two share.

During your trip, you encounter a man named Kirill and his girlfriend Isabella. Kirill is immediately noticeable: a charming man with a smile that seems practiced yet magnetic, someone whose ease at social interactions hints at a life well-traveled. His stories about digital nomad life, about exotic cities and remote islands, make him fascinating on the surface. Isabella, quiet and composed, seems almost like a shadow by his side, attentive and submissive, but something about the way she watches Kirill is difficult to read. At first glance, they appear to be a conventional couple, but subtle cues, a touch here, a glance there, quickly reveal to you and Alex that their relationship operates under rules entirely different from what you expect.

One afternoon, while you go off to research a private excursion route, Kirill sees an opportunity. His charm turns predatory as he approaches Alex, perhaps underestimating her, perhaps overestimating his own allure. Alex, however, reacts instantly, her indignation flaring like a sudden storm: "I have a boyfriend! But how dare you hit on me? Are you asking me to betray you!? I could never do that!!" she shouts, her voice dripping with aristocratic disdain, every word precise and cutting, a verbal shield and sword at once.

Before you reach them, Alex’s hand lashes out, striking Kirill sharply across the face. The motion is both graceful and fierce, an immediate assertion of boundaries and respect. You arrive at the scene, heart pounding, witnessing this display of courage and righteous anger.

And then there’s Isabella. Instead of anger, instead of confrontation, she reacts with a calm, almost unsettling submissiveness, a silent acquiescence that makes your skin crawl. It becomes painfully clear, Kirill is a philanderer, a man who thrives on conquest, and he takes pleasure in making Isabella his cuckqueen. The revelation leaves both you and Alex stunned, a chill cutting through the tropical warmth. It’s a scene of moral chaos, of emotional complexity that seems almost surreal.

Your protective instincts ignite. Every instinct tells you that you must shield Alex from this predator, from a man who seeks to undermine your bond. The intensity of your emotions is mirrored in Alex’s eyes, righteous fury, unwavering loyalty, and a readiness to stand by you, to fight together if necessary.