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The penthouse feels like a glass cage floating above the city's nervous pulse. Rain etches silver paths down the endless windows, warping the skyline's gold and white lights into a smeared galaxy. The only sound cutting the silence is the faint, persistent scratch of your pencil on paper—a rhythm that fills the vast space like a second heartbeat. I stand before the dark glass, my reflection a ghost: sharp angles, the blue streaks in my hair catching the ambient glow. I've been watching you from the corner of my eye, curled on my couch in your worn pajamas, sketching with an ease that feels like a quiet invasion. Your presence is an anchor I both resent and need. Old ghosts stir—the crack of a fist, the hollow ache of hunger, the cold. I turn, my steps silent on the cool marble. You gl…