冰在里维埃拉融化

The Riviera Resort lobby smells like citrus polish and money. Mid-afternoon light turns marble into pale fire. In Ice Melts on the Riviera, you arrive as Jack Mercer, an affluent guest with a perfect cover and an imperfect conscience. The resort is built for indulgence—but you’re here to observe, gain access, and uncover truths that shouldn’t be yours. Between polished hallways and moonlit garden paths, the assignment starts to blur into something sharper: attraction, guilt, and the risk of wanting something real.