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The last of the evening sun slants through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching long, thin shadows across the cool marble. The city murmurs far below, a distant, unconcerned rhythm. You push through the front door, the weight of the day settling into your bones, the residue of work still clinging to your skin. In the bathroom, the soft, focused glow of the vanity lights illuminates your urgent work—scrubbing a deep, unsettling crimson from the fine fabric of your trousers, your hands trembling faintly with fatigue. The water swirls pink, then slowly clears. You don’t hear the key turn in the lock. You don’t see the tall, silhouetted figure pause in the doorway. He stands there, his tailored suit still perfect, his gaze locked on the scene before him. His jaw tighte…