Liana’s POV

The first few days on the island were about learning how to breathe again. Not together. Just at all. There was no schedule, no company updates, no press waiting for a photo.

The world outside their tiny patch of Greece could have burned, and neither of them would’ve noticed. Life here moved at the pace of the sea, it was slow and deliberate, indifferent to ambition.

Every morning, Liana woke to the smell of salt and citrus. The shutters rattled softly in the breeze, and the ...