The sea called to me before I understood its language.It wasn't a mistake or a coincidence. It simply happened, as if every step I had taken until then had led me to that moment: the water surrounding me, the light fading, the weight of something ancient pulling me to the depths.And then I saw him.Ademaro. His skin, his voice, his gaze-an echo of something I had always known without knowing it.He didn't speak. It wasn't necessary. His presence alone was enough to understand that I had crossed a threshold from which there would be no return. Something in his gaze, in the way the current followed him, in the way his silhouette melted into the liquid shadows, made me doubt everything I thought I knew.Love arrived like vertigo. As if his existence and mine had been destined to collide. But between us floated secrets, unsaid words that pulsed at the bottom of the ocean.Something in him belongs to me. Something in me has been waiting for him forever.And yet, there are questions I dare not ask. Because I fear the answer. Because I fear that, in the end, the sea will not only take him from me. But will also claim me.