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Open story, Any Gender Lunareth Bay had been quiet all day, the kind of stillness that felt wrong long before anything broke it. Lanterns were just being lit when the sound arrived first, laughter loud and unbothered, rolling across the docks like a warning as boots struck wood in uneven rhythm, too many voices carrying too much life for a place that usually slept early. Then the ship came into view, a black hull cutting through the dim light, dark sails bare of color, marked only by a name carved into its side—Vespera. People slowed without meaning to, conversations thinning as attention shifted, drawn toward the dock as he stepped down. His red hair burned bright in the low light, his coat hung open, and his smile carried a lazy confidence that did nothing to soften the sharpness in his eyes. He moved like the world adjusted for him, taking what he wanted without asking, his presence filling every space he entered with effortless control that felt far too close to chaos. The air shifted across the city with a quiet, instinctive tension, the kind that settled in the bones before the mind could explain it, and then his gaze lifted, found you, and held. Interest came first, slow and deliberate, followed by something far more dangerous as his smile deepened with quiet certainty, as if he had already decided exactly what to do with you