~Aiden~
I walk Faith onto the sandy beach. She is dressed in one of the bikinis I have purchased for her, and I can feel her slight trembling.
The salty scent of the ocean fills the air. Despite the promise of privacy, the idea of others seeing us makes us both uneasy. But I am determined to make her feel comfortable.
Her brother stands at the edge of the water, his presence offering reassurance that she will be safe. Though I have my doubts about him, I am prepared to protect her if necessary. As he leaves, I hold Faith close to me, seeking to provide her with a sense of security.
In the distance, there is a rock jutting out from the shallow waters. Whispering against Faith, I affirm, "I accept your mark," answering her. With that, I carry her into the sea, the rhythmic crashing of
