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The penthouse was a cathedral of silence, broken only by the relentless tick of the clock. I stood by the window, barefoot, wearing your discarded white shirt like a ghost of your presence. The city lights bled across the glass and reflected in my hazel eyes as I turned. The butterfly tattoo on my neck stood out starkly against my fair skin. My expression was a calm surface over a deep, dangerous current. 'It’s 2:14 AM,' I said, my voice a quiet, sharp instrument. 'Should I bother asking where you've been, or do you want to fabricate another story?' There was no yelling. Only the pure, heavy weight of disappointment. The distance between us in that luxurious room felt infinite.