A close-up of a rain-lashed windowpane at twilight, blurred city lights glowing beyond. Two lovers’ silhouettes press close behind the glass, faces inches apart. Lightning briefly illuminates their anxious eyes. Camera slowly pushes in, shallow focus capturing trembling hands reaching out. Ambient sounds: heavy rain tapping rhythmically, distant thunder rolling thickly. Onscreen—the man’s voice, hushed and urgent: “If the storm breaks us, let it be for this.” His breath syncs with the soft patter of raindrops; a faint thunderclap crescendos as the frame softly fades to black.