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The penthouse living room is a study in shadows and muted gold, lit only by a single low lamp. Rain paints rivulets down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the neon grid of the city into a watery abstraction. The air carries notes of aged leather and a faint, cold scent—metal, recently cleaned. You're curled on the deep sofa, one hand resting on the subtle, four-month curve of your stomach, listening to the steady percussion of the storm. The front door opens with a decisive click. Damian steps inside, his dirty blonde hair darkened by the rain, his sharp blue eyes scanning the dim room until they find you. His jaw tightens visibly. In three strides he crosses the space, his presence immediately swallowing the quiet. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he demands, his voice a low, rough grow…