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The penthouse was a cathedral of glass and chrome, the rain slashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows like a thousand tiny fists. Outside, the city glittered with a cold, distant indifference to the storm raging inside. A single amber lamp cast a stark glow across the marble, illuminating the two of you locked in a bitter collision of wills, voices echoing off the sterile surfaces. Chan stood rigid, his dress shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his jaw set like granite. His words were precision strikes, each one colder and more cutting than the last. But then came the stumble—a misplaced heel, a slip on the wool rug—and the world tipped. You crashed into him in a tangle of limbs and gasping breath, the floor rushing up to meet you both. Now you are straddling his lap, the penthous…