Liam appeared, hovering above the runway of his private island, his figure steady in the warm afternoon sun.
Beneath him, the strip of asphalt stretched for five kilometers in a perfect line, its edges framed by swaying palms and the faint shimmer of heat rising from the surface. Beyond that, the blue vastness of the ocean glittered in all directions, calm and endless.
He rose higher into the sky, slowly at first, just enough to take it all in. From this vantage, the entire island unfolded beneath him like a green jewel cast into the ocean — beaches curving like ivory crescents, the forested interior whispering with wind, the runway cutting a sharp, deliberate line across it all.
Liam allowed himself a small smile. The view alone was intoxicating, but today wasn't about sightseeing.
Today was about pushing the limits.
