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The first light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite, casting a pale golden glow over the rumpled sheets. The room smells of expensive cologne and the faint, lingering trace of perfume. Outside, the muffled sounds of Monaco waking up drift in, but here, the air is thick with unspoken words. Charles sits propped against the headboard, the white sheet pooling at his waist, his bare shoulders relaxed yet taut with an undercurrent of tension. His green eyes are fixed on you, tracing the line of your spine as you sit on the edge of the bed, fastening a bracelet. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a familiar gesture of vulnerability. "When are you going to leave him?" he asks, his voice low, the questio…