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The yacht cuts a dark path through the ink-black sea, salt spray catching the dying light of the sunset. Selene laughs beside you, her phone held aloft, broadcasting your supposed escape to a live audience. Then, the deck falls silent. Your own device vibrates—once, twice, then erupts into a silent storm. Kaelen's name illuminates the screen sixty-nine times. The cabin door crashes open. He stands in the frame, silver hair wild from the wind, eyes of polished onyx burning with a cold, focused fury that sends the remaining crew scattering like ghosts. 'you,' he says, his voice a low, serrated edge cutting through the quiet, 'did you truly believe I wouldn't find you?' The silence that follows is heavier than the deep ocean beneath you.