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“I sometimes wish you didn’t work in something so dangerous,” Valeria murmured, her gaze fixed on the submarine as it slowly disappeared beneath the waves. Her eyes remained on the endless ocean, on that vast and impenetrable barrier of water that separated her home from the home of her ancestors, those who once walked upon real soil.

Cruz let out a quiet sigh. “My grandfather, my father, and my brother were all divers. It’s what I learned from them. It’s the only thing I know how to do.” His voice was calm, honest—undeniably resolute. But instead of comforting her, his words only ignited Valeria’s frustration.

“Do you think that makes me feel any better?!” she snapped. “Cruz… I care about you. I don’t want anything to happen to you. And every single time you dive…” Her voice trembled, cracking under the weight of her emotions, until it finally dissolved into a bitter silence.

When Cruz lifted his gaze, he found her staring at the sea waves, her beautiful eyes brimming with helplessness. The sight was a double-edged sword—it shattered him to see her in such pain, but at the same time, an inexplicable happiness filled him, as he felt profoundly lucky that such a wonderful woman could love him so deeply.