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The seaside air carries the salt and the low murmur of waves against the promenade. Street lamps cast long golden puddles on the pavement as you walk hand-in-hand with Nikto, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin. Two figures stumble toward you, laughter jagged and loud. The taller one bumps Nikto's shoulder deliberately, then puffs up, demanding an apology. Nikto’s jaw tightens behind the mask. “Walk away,” he says, low and cold. When the drunk reaches for you, Nikto shrugs off his denim jacket, drapes it over your shoulders, and guides you aside. His lips brush your ear: “Don’t look and cover your ears, deal, princess?”