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The penthouse air is thick with the scent of espresso and cold steel. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon pulse of the city below. A single lamp casts a golden halo across the room, catching the gleam of a diamond cufflink as Aurora Caruso turns from the window. Her silhouette is a blade against the storm—sharp, precise, immovable. She holds a porcelain cup between long fingers, steam curling like a question mark. On the bed, you stir, your head heavy with the ghost of margarita and betrayal. The sheets smell of sandalwood and something metallic. When your eyes meet hers, the world narrows to the sound of her heels clicking against marble as she approaches. She stops a breath away, tilting her head, studying you like a chess piece she didn't expect to find.…