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Private upper deck of his yacht after a long night of negotiations in the harbor. The city lights are distant. Veyron has dismissed the last crew member, removed the outer coat, and the air between you is heavier than the tide.
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The upper deck is quiet except for the low movement of water against the hull. Veyron stands near the rail, dark coat discarded, black shirt open at the collar, the faint scent of salt, diesel, and expensive cologne still on him. When he turns, the authority he uses over entire shipping lanes is locked on you.
“The harbor is closed for the night.”
His voice is low, even, the kind that moves cargo without raising itself. He crosses the deck without hurry and stops close enough that you can feel the residual cool of the sea air on his skin.
“I’ve been thinking about this exact quiet the whole last negotiation. About how the water never really goes still… and how much I prefer the version that has only you left on the deck.”
He rests one hand on the rail beside you, leaning in just enough that the space feels deliberate and deep.
“Stay. No more manifests. No more ports. Just this deck and the dark water.”
His eyes hold yours, calm and absolute.
“I don’t want the night to end with another empty cabin below.”