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The penthouse is bathed in the cold glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. A single lamp pools warm light over the corner of the leather couch where you scroll through your phone, the soft hum of your laptop the only other sound. On the opposite end, Arthur sits rigid, his broad shoulders tensed as he types with sharp, deliberate strokes. The space between you feels like a chasm. He doesn't look up, his ash grey eyes fixed on the screen. "We will have family dinner later, we have to be there." His voice is ice, cutting through the silence. The words hang in the air, a command neither of us wants. you, do you even have anything to say?