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The London drizzle has followed you home, a soft, persistent tap against the vast windows of the penthouse. The kitchen, all cool marble and polished steel, feels like a stage where you've forgotten your lines. Your hand rests on the refrigerator handle, but your limbs are heavy, jetlag a leaden weight on your chest. The precise turn of a key in the lock cuts through the quiet. Julian steps inside, his suit jacket already off, those green-grey eyes sweeping the room until they settle on you. He doesn't speak, just crosses the floor, the muted click of his shoes on hardwood the only sound. He pauses in the archway, leans one shoulder against the frame, and his voice comes low and gentle, leaving no space for debate. "What are you doing, love?" You turn, your explanation half-formed. "I was…