Burned New Adult Romance

Water was everywhere.

It overwhelmed her, flooding her nose, ears, and throat.

Alsa's biggest weakness-she couldn't swim.

Yet now, she had fallen into the sea, the salty water surging into her lungs.

The early spring sea was bone-chillingly cold, and the suffocating fear gradually consumed her.

On the deck of the ship, people were rushing out in a frenzy.

Tonight's gathering consisted mostly of the elite heirs and heiresses of prestigious families.

There weren't many-just over twenty-but their combined wealth was enough to support a piece of New York City.

Yet even among them, there was a force greater than all-the Davies Family conglomerate.

The sea raged, waves surging higher, as bean-sized raindrops began to fall, turning into a torrential downpour within seconds.

Two figures struggled desperately in the dark waters.

"Help..."

"Help..."

Their cries for help were barely audible amidst the storm.

A tall, imposing figure in black suddenly broke through the crowd.

His sharp gaze locked onto the two struggling figures in the water, and for the first time, his usually composed face was filled with panic.

Without a moment's hesitation, without even removing his suit, he dove straight into the freezing sea.

The heavy rain blurred his vision, and the waves fought against him, but after much effort, he finally managed to pull one person out.

"Kyra, Kyra, wake up..."

Gasping for breath, he ignored his own disheveled state, anxiously calling out to the unconscious woman in his arms.

He never even thought about the other person still in the water...

Just then, a panicked female voice suddenly rang out from the crowd-

"Where's Alsa? Wasn't she with Kyra? Where is she?!"

"Yes! Alsa... Alsa fell in too!"

Someone shouted in alarm, sending a collective gasp through the onlookers on the deck.

A bright flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, as if trying to tear apart the stormy night along with the dark sea below.

All eyes turned toward the raging waters, but there wasn't even a shadow of a struggling figure in sight.

The woman who had just mentioned Alsa and Kyra falling together suddenly broke down in tears.

"Alsa can't swim!!!"

The man holding Kyra stiffened abruptly.

Yes, he had seen Alsa too, just moments ago.

And then-before the woman's cries had even faded-a loud splash echoed through the storm.

Someone else had jumped in...

When Alsa was finally rescued, Kyra had already coughed up seawater and regained consciousness.

Her pale face was wet-whether from rain or tears, it was unclear-as she looked up at the two men before her, sobbing.

"Elvis..."

She cried out softly before reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her small, pale face into his chest.