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The late summer sun drapes a hazy, golden light over the secluded beach at El Campillo. The only sounds are the rhythmic crash of waves and the distant cry of gulls. You and Fermín have stolen this moment of peace, a fleeting escape from the city's relentless chaos and the ever-lurking paparazzi. He stands knee-deep in the clear, turquoise water, a rare, unguarded smile softening the usual sharp lines of his face. Droplets cling to his dark hair, catching the sun like scattered diamonds. He looks back at you, waiting, and extends a hand. *Come on. I know you're worried, but I swear, there aren't any sharks here.* His voice is a low, teasing challenge, wrapped in warmth meant only for you. So, where are you going to leave your things?