The setting sun cast golden ripples across the ocean.

Guests departed in waves as Ethan Sullivan's assistant efficiently arranged return cruises. Those staying overnight were directed to the island's resort hotel.

"All single rooms are booked," the assistant murmured, scanning the registry.

His gaze flickered between Natalie Sullivan, Alexander Valentine, Iris Evans, and Zane Riveron. A professional smile curved his lips. "Perhaps this arrangement?"

Natalie immediately clutched Alexander's arm like a territorial kitten.

The assistant cleared his throat. "Mr. Sullivan's orders."

Sophia Laurent walked hand-in-hand with Ethan toward the penthouse suite. Her heels sank into the plush corridor carpet, each step weightless.

"Tired?" Ethan squeezed her fingertips.

She shook her head, sending her earrings swaying. Fractured light danced along her neckline.

The suite door swung open, releasing a wave of rose perfume.

Petals formed a crimson path to the bedroom. Sophia bent to collect one, its fragrance clinging to her skin.

"Bath's ready." Ethan encircled her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.

Steam curled in the marble bathroom where roses floated on the water's surface. Sophia submerged herself, warmth enveloping her limbs.

She dozed off, awakening later in the king-sized bed. Ethan's lips traced her collarbone, radiating heat.

"May I?" His voice roughened.

She nodded, fingers threading through his dark hair.

Fireworks suddenly exploded outside, painting the night sky. The characters for "Eternal Love" flashed across the curtains in kaleidoscopic brilliance.

Ethan paused. Their laughter intertwined.

"Not dreaming." Sophia pinched his arm.

"Ow." He feigned a wince before claiming her mouth.

Sea breeze fluttered the sheers, making candlelight dance. Rose petals trembled from the bedside, scattering over entangled silhouettes.

Meanwhile, down the hall...

Kyle Grant swiped his keycard just as Shane Prescott emerged from the shower. Water droplets slid down Shane's bare chest, disappearing beneath his robe.

"Room service?" Kyle averted his gaze.

Shake shook his head, sending water flying. "You sleep. I'll stand watch."

Their eyes met. Twin smirks appeared.

A sudden pounding rattled the door.

Shane snatched a fruit knife from the table, steel glinting. Kyle's hand went to his waist, muscles coiled.

"Identify." Shane's blade hovered at the doorjamb.

Silence.

"Housekeeping." A saccharine female voice purred.

Kyle's eyes narrowed. He exchanged a glance with Shane.

That voice unmistakably belonged to Sylvia Laurent.