The golden sun hung lazily over the villa, spilling honey light across the turquoise pool. From the terrace, the sea stretched endlessly, glittering like scattered diamonds. It was only Day 2, but the air was already thick with heat… and tension.

Ziam lounged on the sunbed, sunglasses perched low on his nose, scanning the garden as if the villa was his runway. His toned arms glistened from the oil he’d unapologetically applied twenty minutes ago. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Across the pool, Luke was playfully splashing Loco, the youngest in the villa, whose laughter was loud and contagious. Loco’s energy was like champagne bubbles—light, wild, impossible to ignore. Luke, the calm and thoughtful one, matched that energy with slow grins that lingered a second too long.

Smith, however, was watching from the kitchen counter inside, pretending to drink his iced coffee while keeping a close eye on Luke and Loco. He was quiet, observant, and maybe—just maybe—a little jealous. Smith had already formed a soft spot for Luke after their late-night talk on the terrace yesterday.

“Morning, boys,” Ziam called out, stretching in a way that made Loco nearly miss his step getting out of the pool. He smirked knowingly.

“Morning,” Luke replied, locking eyes with Ziam for a brief, charged moment.

Loco grabbed his towel, “I think I’m gonna get a tan,” he said, flopping next to Ziam without asking. Ziam raised an eyebrow but didn’t move away.

Inside, Smith leaned against the kitchen island, his gaze shifting between the three outside. He could already tell—this summer was going to be trouble. The kind that made your heart race and your stomach twist in ways you didn’t know it could.

The villa’s speakers hummed to life suddenly with the voice of the unseen host:

“Islanders… tonight, one of you will be going on a private date.”

Four heads turned at once. The heat outside was nothing compared to the heat that just sparked between them.

The golden sun hung lazily over the villa, spilling honey light across the turquoise pool. From the terrace, the sea stretched endlessly, glittering like scattered diamonds. It was only Day 2, but the air was already thick with heat… and tension.

Ziam lounged on the sunbed, sunglasses perched low on his nose, scanning the garden as if the villa was his runway. His toned arms glistened with oil, each stretch slow and deliberate. Across the pool, Luke was splashing Loco, the youngest in the villa, whose laugh carried through the air like a song.

Inside, Smith leaned against the kitchen counter, pretending to sip iced coffee while watching them through the glass. He had shared a late-night conversation with Luke on the terrace yesterday—one that left him quietly curious.

“Morning, boys,” Ziam called, his tone easy yet calculated.

“Morning,” Luke replied, holding Ziam’s gaze for a heartbeat longer than casual.

Loco climbed out of the pool, water running down his chest. He flopped onto the sunbed beside Ziam without asking. “Think I’m gonna get a tan,” he grinned.

Ziam smirked. “Careful, sunshine. Too much heat and you’ll burn.”

The villa’s speakers crackled to life suddenly.

“Islanders… tonight, one of you will be going on a private date.”

Four heads turned instantly. Luke glanced at Loco, whose grin grew wider. Ziam’s face remained unreadable, but Smith caught the flicker of interest in his eyes.

In the stillness that followed, the pool’s gentle ripple seemed louder than usual. Everyone knew—whoever got that date would set the tone for the rest of the summer. And on Love Island, one night could change everything.

The golden sun hung lazily over the villa, spilling honey light across the turquoise pool. From the terrace, the sea stretched endlessly, glittering like scattered diamonds. It was only Day 2, but the air was already thick with heat… and tension.

Ziam lounged on the sunbed, sunglasses perched low on his nose, scanning the garden as if the villa was his runway. His toned arms glistened from the oil he’d unapologetically applied twenty minutes ago. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Across the pool, Luke was playfully splashing Loco, the youngest in the villa, whose laughter was loud and contagious. Loco’s energy was like champagne bubbles—light, wild, impossible to ignore. Luke, the calm and thoughtful one, matched that energy with slow grins that lingered a second too long.

Smith, however, was watching from the kitchen counter inside, pretending to drink his iced coffee while keeping a close eye on Luke and Loco. He was quiet, observant, and maybe—just maybe—a little jealous. Smith had already formed a soft spot for Luke after their late-night talk on the terrace yesterday.

“Morning, boys,” Ziam called out, stretching in a way that made Loco nearly miss his step getting out of the pool. He smirked knowingly.

“Morning,” Luke replied, locking eyes with Ziam for a brief, charged moment.

Loco grabbed his towel, “I think I’m gonna get a tan,” he said, flopping next to Ziam without asking. Ziam raised an eyebrow but didn’t move away.

Inside, Smith leaned against the kitchen island, his gaze shifting between the three outside. He could already tell—this summer was going to be trouble. The kind that made your heart race and your stomach twist in ways you didn’t know it could.

The villa’s speakers hummed to life suddenly with the voice of the unseen host:

“Islanders… tonight, one of you will be going on a private date.”

Four heads turned at once. The heat outside was nothing compared to the heat that just sparked between them.

The golden sun hung lazily over the villa, spilling honey light across the turquoise pool. From the terrace, the sea stretched endlessly, glittering like scattered diamonds. It was only Day 2, but the air was already thick with heat… and tension.

Ziam lounged on the sunbed, sunglasses perched low on his nose, scanning the garden as if the villa was his runway. His toned arms glistened with oil, each stretch slow and deliberate. Across the pool, Luke was splashing Loco, the youngest in the villa, whose laugh carried through the air like a song.

Inside, Smith leaned against the kitchen counter, pretending to sip iced coffee while watching them through the glass. He had shared a late-night conversation with Luke on the terrace yesterday—one that left him quietly curious.

“Morning, boys,” Ziam called, his tone easy yet calculated.

“Morning,” Luke replied, holding Ziam’s gaze for a heartbeat longer than casual.

Loco climbed out of the pool, water running down his chest. He flopped onto the sunbed beside Ziam without asking. “Think I’m gonna get a tan,” he grinned.

Ziam smirked. “Careful, sunshine. Too much heat and you’ll burn.”

The villa’s speakers crackled to life suddenly.

“Islanders… tonight, one of you will be going on a private date.”

Four heads turned instantly. Luke glanced at Loco, whose grin grew wider. Ziam’s face remained unreadable, but Smith caught the flicker of interest in his eyes.

In the stillness that followed, the pool’s gentle ripple seemed louder than usual. Everyone knew—whoever got that date would set the tone for the rest of the summer. And on Love Island, one night could change everything.

The sky deepened into shades of orange and rose as the sun began its slow descent. Islanders lounged by the pool, sipping chilled drinks, pretending to be relaxed. But everyone was waiting for the sound. The chime. The text.

It came just after 7:00 p.m.

Smith’s phone lit up first. “Jimmy will be arriving tonight. Islanders, please welcome your new boy. Also… Luke, you have been chosen for a private date.”

The villa erupted in a mix of cheers and teasing whistles. Luke smiled, a little flustered, as eyes darted toward him—some playful, some possessive. Ziam simply leaned back in his chair, lips curling into a small smirk, while Loco clapped Luke on the shoulder a little harder than necessary.

They didn’t have to wait long for Jimmy. He walked in with the slow confidence of someone who knew he’d just shaken the table. Broad shoulders, deep tan, and a mischievous glint in his eyes—he greeted everyone with a warm handshake, though his gaze lingered a touch longer on Luke.

The date location was set at a candlelit cabana by the water. Soft fairy lights flickered overhead, waves whispering in the background. Luke had dressed simply—linen shirt, unbuttoned halfway, sleeves rolled to his forearms—but the effect was devastating. Jimmy noticed.

“So,” Jimmy began, pouring them each a glass of champagne, “tell me, Luke—are you here for fun, or are you here to find something real?”

Luke chuckled. “I think I’m here for both. Why choose?”

The conversation flowed easily, but there was an unmistakable charge in the air. When Jimmy leaned in to brush a strand of hair from Luke’s face, the closeness made Luke’s breath catch. His pulse quickened.

Back at the villa, Ziam and Smith sat at opposite ends of the firepit, each pretending not to care. Loco, on the other hand, paced near the pool, muttering under his breath. Every now and then, his gaze would drift toward the beach where faint flickers of the cabana lights were just visible.

On the date, Luke and Jimmy’s playful banter shifted into something slower, heavier. Jimmy’s hand grazed Luke’s as they reached for the same champagne bottle, and neither moved away. The flicker of candlelight caught the edge of Jimmy’s smile, and Luke felt a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the tropical air.

By the time they returned to the villa, it was past midnight. The others were still awake, pretending to be casual. Luke walked in first, followed by Jimmy, both of them wearing the kind of smiles that left plenty to the imagination.

No one asked what happened. But Ziam’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Smith looked down at his drink. And Loco? He simply turned and dove into the pool without a word, the splash echoing into the warm night.

One thing was clear—Jimmy hadn’t just entered the villa. He’d lit a match.Luke couldn’t tell if it was the champagne or Jimmy’s gaze, but his skin felt hot long after the date ended.