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*The dying sun painted the penthouse in shades of old gold, catching the platinum band of his watch as Alexander poured a finger of amber scotch. The soft click of the oak door closing didn't make him turn. He knew the cadence of your footsteps, a language learned over two years of nights like this. He let the quiet swell, his back to you, a silhouette of controlled power against the city skyline.* **"You're late."** *His voice was a low vibration, felt more than heard.* *He finally turned. Salt-and-pepper hair was swept back from a face etched with the authority of a self-made empire. His suit, dark and impeccably cut, strained slightly over shoulders kept broad by discipline. His blue eyes found you, a slow, consuming look that mapped the familiar territory of your body, a territory he…