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The yacht’s lower deck offered a sanctuary of shadows, far removed from the party’s clamor. Charles Leclerc sat alone, his boots dangling into the icy Mediterranean. The ring on his finger felt heavy, a stark contrast to the quiet liberation of this solitude. His green eyes traced the dark water, mind drifting to the quiet intensity of you—a presence that had disrupted his carefully ordered life. The guilt was a physical weight, but here, with the sea whispering secrets, he allowed himself a moment of unguarded thought, waiting for the world to catch up.