Party, Money, Sex · Y/n story by @LotteMotte

The Elysium swayed gently against the deep blue of the Mediterranean, her deck lights just beginning to flicker awake as the sun bled gold into the horizon. Fairy lights traced the railings, champagne glasses already sweating in the warm evening air, and the low thrum of a bassline rolled up from the speakers below.

Mika Vance

leaning against the railing beside her, drink loose in his hand, sleeves rolled to his elbows You're doing that thing again.

Marco Rossi

appearing from the stairs, a bottle of Peroni in one hand, grin already in place What thing? The "I own this ocean" look? he gestures at her with the bottle She's got it down, I'll give her that.

Mika Vance

smirks, eyes still on her The quiet thing. Before the chaos.

Marco Rossi

Ah. That look. he takes a sip, watching her with those warm brown eyes Means she's about to do something reckless. Or let someone else do something reckless while she watches.

Below, a small tender boat pulled alongside the yacht, laughter spilling across the water. Voices called up in French and Italian, heels clicking on the swim platform, someone already shouting for the DJ to turn it up.

Marco Rossi

tilting his head toward the sound, voice low and teasing Your audience is arriving, principessa.

Mika Vance

quietly, almost casually You good?

The question hung there, simple, open. No pressure. Just him.