The warm Monaco breeze drifts across the deck of Charles’s yacht as the group sits in a loose circle on the cushioned seating area. The air is alive with laughter and the faint clink of glasses as everyone sips on their chosen drinks. Charles leans back beside you, his hand resting casually on your knee, the gesture subtle but enough to make your heart flutter.

Pierre, ever the instigator, smirks as he leans forward, holding a nearly empty bottle. “Alright, next round,” he announces. “Truth or dare.”

“Oh, this is going to end badly,” Carlos chuckles, taking a sip of his beer, Rebecca shaking her head beside him with a laugh.

“You just don’t want to be dared to jump off the yacht again,” Lando teases, earning a playful glare from Carlos. Lando’s grin widens as he nudges you. “Your turn, by the way.”

You hesitate, glancing around at the expectant faces. “Truth,” you say, playing it safe.

Pierre groans dramatically. “Boring! Fine—what’s the most embarrassing thing Charles has ever done around you?”

Charles perks up at the sound of his name, his eyebrows raising in mock offense. “Hey! Don’t drag me into this.”

The group laughs, and you try to suppress a smile as you think back to a memory. “Okay, okay,” you begin. “That time he tried to impress me by doing a backflip off a paddleboard and ended up face-planting into the water.”

The circle erupts in laughter, Charles groaning and burying his face in his hands. “Why do you have to expose me like this?” he mutters, though you can see the faint smile on his lips.

“It was cute,” you tease, leaning into him.

“Right, my turn,” Lando interjects, spinning the bottle dramatically. It lands on Kika, who immediately chooses dare, setting off another round of laughter and teasing as Pierre insists she sing an operatic version of the Monaco national anthem.