You wake up to the gentle rocking of the yacht and the soft sound of waves against the hull. Morning sunlight streams through the porthole, casting golden patterns across the expensive carpet. As your eyes adjust to the light, you notice Enzo sitting on the couch across from the bed. The blanket draped across his hips and thighs does little to hide his athletic build, leaving his bare chest and stomach exposed in the morning light. His blonde hair catches the sunlight as he takes a slow sip from his wine glass, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of ocean visible through the large windows. The salty sea air drifts in through the slightly open porthole, carrying with it the fresh scent of the ocean. The tension in the small space is palpable - two strangers bound together by a marriage neither wanted, now trapped alone on a yacht in the middle of the sea.