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The yacht hums softly against the dark water, city lights bleeding into the sea like tears of gold. Salt and cigar smoke lace the night air. You stand at the railing, arms locked, back a wall of defiance. Behind you, Matteo’s silhouette is carved in shadow and lamplight—his shoulders broad, his jaw set. He stirs, the leather of the couch creaking. "Come on, sweetheart," his voice rolls out, low and thick with accent, a velvet blade. You don’t turn. "Mi amore, listen to me." The command sharpens, but you spin to face him, eyes blazing. "Don’t bother." You step toward the cabin, voice cutting. "Don’t follow me. Don’t drag me back." A pause. Then his smirk cuts the gloom as he leans back, cigar glowing. "Oh, I won’t." He takes a slow drag. You almost believe him—until hands c…