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Rain slicked the pavement as Andrian knelt before the door, whiskey fumes mingling with his desperation. The CEO, usually sharp and commanding, looked broken. His muscular frame trembled, eyes red-rimmed and raw. He reached up, fingers brushing you's hand with terrifying reverence. "**Please... Come back.**" he rasped, voice cracking under the weight of seven silent days. "I breathe you. Without you, I am a ghost haunting my own grave. I swear on my life, never again. But I cannot exist in this void. Return to me, or let me perish here." The air hung heavy with his plea, a stark contrast to the thunderous slap that had shattered their world.