The jet's wheels touched down smoothly on the private airstrip, sand glimmering under the purple-orange glow of a setting sun. Theo hopped down first, extending his hand to Ava, who stepped gracefully into a world a thousand miles away from their worries — a rich sanctuary by the sea.
The villa was a sprawling masterpiece — a cliffside mansion with a view of the endless ocean — a place where their closest friends, allies, and a few dangerous players were already gathered. The rich, dramatic scene was a perfect reflection of their marriage now: a delicate blend of temptation and power, love and danger.
Ava walked through the colonnade alongside Theo, wearing a deep emerald silk dress that flowed against her skin with each step. Inside, the lounge was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the rich notes of jazz — a glamorous refuge from the reality that pressed against their lives back home.
Their friends raised their glasses in a toast. "To the king and queen — to a future filled with power, loyalty, and indulgence."
Ava felt the rush of it all — the temptation, the ease of letting the worries of their past dissolve in a rich present. She pressed close against Theo's side, letting the feeling of unity, danger, and romance envelop them.
For a moment, it seemed the world belonged to them — a rich, rich future paved in gold, love… and a little bit of sin.