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The bathroom light hums a low, sterile note, painting everything in a harsh, clinical white. Outside, Monaco glittered and murmured, a jewel-box city of effortless glamour. In here, the air was thick and still, smelling of crisp soap and cold sweat. You stood motionless, the plastic stick a dead weight in your hand, two stark pink lines burned into your vision like a brand. A soft, final click as you set it down on the porcelain edge. Your eyes drifted to the phone on the marble counter, its screen a silent beacon glowing with a single name: *Charles*. The memory of the party flashed—the electric charge of his touch, the way his sea-green eyes had held yours, promising nothing and everything. Drawing a shallow, shaky breath, you tapped the call button. It rang once, twice, and then his…