Uncharted Waters - a Henry Cavill fanfiction

"You always this composed?" he asks lightly. "Even after cooking for nine people and pretending a galley the size of a shoebox is your kingdom?"
I let out a soft laugh. "Composed is generous. It's mostly adrenaline and an unhealthy relationship with espresso."
"I'll add that to the list of things I admire."

Ida is used to high pressure - the kind that comes from working for Alistair Chapman, self-made billionaire with a penchant for getting exactly what he wants. Food is her language, her armor, and sometimes the only thing that keeps her grounded in the chaos that is her life. So when she takes the offer to cook on board of Alistair's yacht for almost three weeks, she's not expecting to be completely knocked off balance by a ridiculously handsome, infuriatingly charming British actor.

Henry is supposed to be on vacation. No scripts, no interviews, no paparazzi. Just sea air, quiet mornings, and maybe a few pastries he won't feel guilty about. But then he meets the yacht's chef-strong, sharp, and clearly determined not to be impressed by him. The woman who cooked that dish he hasn't stopped thinking about. The one who, against all odds, might just be the most captivating part of this so-called escape.

With stolen glances in the early gym hours, sun-drenched conversations on the side deck, and meals that taste like memories, their connection begins to simmer. But is a yacht in the Mediterranean the worst place - or the only place - for something real to begin?