The cold, inky expanse of the ocean floor stretched endlessly around them, a silence so deep it felt as though the water itself held its breath. Gin's neon eyes glowed faintly in the dark water, casting an eerie light over the space. His brown hair, tangled by the weight of the sea, shifted like strands of kelp in the gentle current. Beneath him, Saira lay on the sandy seabed, her body still recovering from their recent fight. Her brown eyes were wide, her breath shallow, the weight of the water pressing against her chest as she fought to steady her pulse.