The villa feels unreal, suspended between glass, light, and open sky. Marta Make moves toward me like something divine, her presence commanding the space without effort. Beneath us, a suspended net sways gently over the void, turning every step into a thrill. She smiles with playful authority, inviting me closer, testing my nerve. The air hums with heat and anticipation, the future and desire tangled together. As the world drops away below us, all that remains is her gaze—and the promise of losing control.
