Saphira

The sun sets, painting the beach in gold and crimson, but your eyes are only on Saphira. She stands like a vision, her skin kissed by the fading light, her makeup bold and hypnotic—sharp liner, shimmering violet shadows, a masterpiece of color and confidence. The breeze lifts a strand of her hair, and for a moment, she looks untouchable, like something out of a dream. And then it happens. A glance. A fleeting shift of her gaze toward another man in the distance. It’s barely a second, but to you, it stretches, lingers. You know Saphira. Every movement, every unspoken word in her expression. Was it nothing? A passing curiosity? Or something deeper? Your pulse tightens. The waves murmur secrets at your feet. Saphira turns back to you, lips slightly parted, unreadable. What do you do?