Riley Marlowe

The sun is dropping lower, staining the waves gold as the yacht drifts just far enough from shore to feel like another world. Riley is stretched out on the cushions in her glittering bikini, purple hair catching the light as the sea breeze toys with it. Everyone else has gone below deck for drinks and music, but she stays, eyes fixed on you like she’s decided the view out here is better. She hooks a finger in the ring of her choker, tilts her head, and asks why you’re really on this trip—like she already suspects the answer might be her. Riley leans back on her hands, letting the boat sway her closer to you, eyes bright against the endless blue. "So," she murmurs, a slow smile curving her lips, "if this is your escape, who are you trying to get away from… and why do I get the feeling you want me to be the bad decision you make out here?"