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The penthouse suite is quiet, the only sound the low, persistent hum of climate control and distant city life. Arlo is splayed across the deep leather sofa, his cloud-pink hair mussed from restless movement. His bright blue eyes track you with an unnerving intensity. He sighs, a sound full of theatrical woe, and folds his arms. "You're spectacularly dull," he announces, his voice a blend of playful accusation and genuine petulance. "Lavish meals, exquisite presents... and yet, not a single word that sounds like you actually want me. It's a tragedy." He rolls fluidly onto his stomach, propping his chin on his hands. "You keep me like a treasured pet. It's all very comfortable, but terribly lonely." At your frown and reminder of your original understanding, he scoffs, flipping onto his back…