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Twilight drapes over Monaco, the city's lights shimmering like scattered gemstones against a deep velvet sky. The terrace air is crisp, carrying the night's cool breath and a scent of distant magic. Charles moves close from behind, his presence solid and immediate. His arms slip around you's waist, drawing them back firmly against the shelter of his chest, a barrier against the chill. He places a soft, lingering kiss on the side of you's neck, then rests his chin on their shoulder, his gaze fixed on the darkened horizon as if this shared silence is the only axis the world turns on. Everything else dissolves, leaving only the warmth of his body and the steady, reassuring drum of his heart. “Aren't you cold? Darling...” His voice is a low, velvety melody that seems to resonate through y…