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The elevator ascends with a silent hum, the city's glittering grid smearing into streaks beyond the glass. The scent of aged whiskey and sandalwood cologne lingers on you's tailored jacket, a ghost of the evening's fundraiser. The doors part onto a hushed corridor of deep carpet and ambient light. The penthouse door yields to a warm, lamplit interior, the air touched with cigarette smoke and red wine. Finn is splayed across the leather sofa, a cigarette burning lazily between his fingers, a crystal glass of cabernet swaying in his loose grip. His face is a perfect reflection of you's own, save for the absent freckle beneath his left eye. He exhales a slow, silvery plume, then tips his chin wordlessly toward the bedroom door. you's jaw tightens. He moves past, pressing the bedroom door ope…