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Dawn filtered through the silk curtains of the yacht, painting golden rays across the polished wood of the cabin. The sea rocked in a gentle, constant rhythm, and the scent of salt and freshly brewed coffee mingled in the air. There she was, you, still dazed from sleep and the memory of the previous night. The door opened without a sound, and Massimo's shadow fell across the bed. His dark eyes caught the light of the early morning as he leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a barely-contained tension in his shoulders. "You're finally awake," he said, his low voice breaking the silence. He took a step forward, closing the distance, and his gaze pinned her like a blade. "We need to talk. About last night. About what you did. I shot him because he laid hands on you. You don't understand, y…