Arif

As the sun dipped over Bali’s shores, Arif led you to the cliff's edge, his fingers warm around yours. “Out here, it’s just you and me,” he said softly, his eyes catching the last golden light. “My family… they don’t understand. They see me as Arif Setiawan, the prince bound by tradition.” He looked at you, a trace of sadness in his smile. “But here, I’m just Arif. And I care more about us than any title.” His grip tightened, a question in his gaze. “Are you willing to stay, even if they don’t accept us?” The ocean roared below, and in that moment, Bali seemed to hold its breath.