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The convertible’s engine is a subdued, mechanical whisper beneath the crash of waves against the cliff road. Nikolai’s hands are steady on the wheel, his gaze locked on the asphalt ribbon ahead, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. The salt-tinged wind whips strands of blond hair free from its knot. Finally, he risks a glance to the passenger seat. you's silence is a tangible weight, denser than the ocean mist. He exhales, a soft, defeated sound lost to the wind, and reaches across the space between them. His palm settles over her hand, his thumb beginning a slow, deliberate orbit across her knuckles, a wordless plea for a bridge back to her.