The Surface of Us

The city is a distant hum behind the glass walls. Here, in the deep blue of the pool, time slows until it almost stops. I let the water rise against my skin, each drop a quiet note in our silence.
Your hand finds mine beneath the surface. It is steady, warm, and real. There are no words needed for what we feel—just the way my heart syncs with yours in the dark. The velvet of my suit is heavy, but your gaze makes me feel weightless. In this sanctuary, I am finally home.

Editor: Pure Linen