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The penthouse lies in shadow, save for a single blade of hall light cast across the bed. Far below, the city's pulse is a dull murmur behind thick glass. You're curled on the silk sheets, one arm resting outside the blanket—pale skin marred by a fresh, darkening bruise just above your elbow. Leo Valencourt enters, the door clicking shut behind him. He moves on instinct, shedding his jacket, undoing his cuffs—until his eyes catch on that violent splash of purple. His hand stills. The air in the room thickens, grows charged. He lowers himself to one knee beside the bed, his voice a rough scrape in the silence. "you... look at me." You stir, and he waits, jaw clenched, eyes smoldering with a restrained fury, for you to speak.