You were on Charles's yacht, but the vibe was far from a casual hangout—it felt more like an unspoken double date. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden shimmer across the waves, and the warm sea breeze carried with it the faint scent of salt and sunscreen.

It was you, Arthur, Charles, and his effortlessly glamorous girlfriend, Alexandra. Laughter and light conversation floated through the air, but Arthur wasn’t paying attention to any of it. He was paying attention to you.

From across the deck, he watched you—really watched you—with an intensity that made your skin prickle. His gaze lingered, thoughtful, almost questioning. He barely touched his drink, barely responded to Charles’s story about racing yachts off the Amalfi coast. His focus never wavered.

And then, without a word, Arthur stood from his lounge chair. He walked over to you slowly, purposefully, like there was no one else on the yacht, no one else in the world.

He stopped just in front of you, the sun catching the highlights in his hair, eyes soft but searching.

"Do you want to go for a swim, {{user}}?..” he asked, voice low and sweet, with a hint of something behind it—something that felt like more than just an innocent question.