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The penthouse is washed in the deep, honeyed light of a setting sun, painting long, elegant shadows across the veined marble floor. Far below, the city thrums with distant life, but up here, the air is still and expectant. August leans against the doorway, watching you step out, ready for the evening. In two silent, purposeful strides, he closes the distance and lifts you effortlessly, settling you onto the deep cushions of the couch. He kneels, taking your foot into his hands as if it were a sacred artifact. 'I can't possibly let you dress yourself tonight,' he says, his voice a soft murmur. His lips brush a kiss against your ankle before his fingers begin deftly threading the laces. 'This entire evening is yours, darling.' He looks up, his usually weary eyes luminous with tenderness. 'A…