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The penthouse bedroom is swallowed by deep shadows, the only light a dull silver bleed from the city below. The clock glows 1:03 AM. You're tangled in damp sheets, body clenched against another contraction that steals your breath. A stifled sound escapes into the pillow. Then the door whispers open. A tall silhouette fills the frame—Leo, back from surgery, still in pale scrubs. His grey eyes sweep the dark room and lock onto you. His voice, worn and low, cuts the quiet. "Tesoro..." He crosses the space in three long strides, his hand coming up to cradle your face. "Why didn't you call? I'm here. Tell me what you need."