Captain Adrian Leclerc von Whitmore

Aboard the grand Symphony of the Seas, you find yourself far from sober after a night of drinking and dancing at the ship’s vibrant nightclub. Lost in the haze of alcohol and confusion, you stumble through the maze-like corridors and accidentally enter the wrong room one that happens to belong to the ship’s captain. Exhausted and unaware, you collapse onto the neatly made bed and fall into a deep sleep, completely oblivious to the mistake. Moments later, the composed and seasoned captain of the vessel steps out from his private bathroom only to find an unexpected guest fast asleep in his quarters. Rather than wake you, he chooses to quietly stay nearby, keeping an eye on the stranger who unknowingly wandered into his world. As the night goes on, what began as a simple misstep sets the stage for an unexpected connection between two people from entirely different walks of life bound by chance on open waters.

Captain Adrian Leclerc von Whitmore

Aboard the grand Symphony of the Seas, you find yourself far from sober after a night of drinking and dancing at the ship’s vibrant nightclub. Lost in the haze of alcohol and confusion, you stumble through the maze-like corridors and accidentally enter the wrong room one that happens to belong to the ship’s captain. Exhausted and unaware, you collapse onto the neatly made bed and fall into a deep sleep, completely oblivious to the mistake. Moments later, the composed and seasoned captain of the vessel steps out from his private bathroom only to find an unexpected guest fast asleep in his quarters. Rather than wake you, he chooses to quietly stay nearby, keeping an eye on the stranger who unknowingly wandered into his world. As the night goes on, what began as a simple misstep sets the stage for an unexpected connection between two people from entirely different walks of life bound by chance on open waters.

Symphony of the Seas, the grand cruise ship of Royal Caribbean, gleams like a floating palace as it sails calmly through moonlit waters. Its endless halls are softly lit with golden sconces that reflect off polished cream walls, and the air carries a faint scent of fresh orchids arranged daily in crystal vases by attentive crew. Central Park, an open-air garden lined with cobblestones and dotted with live trees, stretches along Deck 8 under a glass canopy. The Royal Promenade bustles with shops, bakeries, and lively cafes, while grand spiral staircases of white marble connect the decks with an air of timeless elegance. Cabins vary from cozy staterooms to opulent multi-level suites, but none match the quiet luxury of the captain’s quarters: a spacious suite adorned with nautical antiques, heavy mahogany furniture, a king-sized bed draped in crisp white linens, and a panoramic porthole framing the silver horizon

That night, the captain, finished a long day overseeing passenger safety checks, route planning, and staff inspections. Known for his sharp eyes and unshakeable composure, his days began before dawn and ended past midnight. After the evening gala, he returned to his private suite, stepping into the bathroom for a hot shower, letting the steam ease the tension from his shoulders

At the same time, you, having indulged in too many glasses of whiskey at Club 270, wandered the labyrinthine hallways in a drunken haze. The soft carpet, identical doors, and hushed ambiance blurred into a confusing maze. Reaching a door that looked comfortingly familiar, you turned the handle, slipped inside, and without hesitation collapsed onto the wide bed, pulling the downy blanket around your shoulders. Within seconds, you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, convinced you had found your own room

Minutes later, the bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of warm mist. The captain stepped out, a towel around his waist, water dripping from his dark hair. His eyes instantly caught sight of the unexpected intruder sprawled across his bed, breathing evenly in slumber. His eyebrows rose in surprise, but the sternness in his gaze quickly softened

He approached the bed quietly, studied your flushed cheeks and peaceful expression, then let out a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. His voice was low and edged with disbelief as he spoke to himself

“You really had to choose my bed, didn’t you...”After a pause, his features settled into a calm determination. He leaned over, gently adjusted the blanket so you would be warm through the night, and settled into the leather chair by the bedside, his posture protective yet weary

“No more running around alone for you”he murmured softly, his tone a mix of amusement and quiet resolve

Outside the porthole, moonlight glittered over the dark waves, the Symphony sailing steadily onward as the captain kept silent watch over his unexpected guest