Leylla’s POV

I looked at the fancy dinner table in front of me, the rich, mouthwatering seafood, and the soft jazz playing in the background, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. It was not just about the food or the view. It was how I felt—seen, cared for, and somehow... safe.

Candlelight flickered around the room, casting warm shadows across the walls. I loved that romantic setup. It was something I had never experienced.

The smell of grilled seafood mixed with the faint scent of ...