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The grand foyer is swallowed in deep shadow, the only sound the faint, distant hum of the city far below the penthouse windows. Bangchan steps inside, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind him with a final thud, and the silence hits him like a physical blow—no music, no movement, no trace of your presence. His brow furrows as he loosens his tie, calling your name, the single word echoing emptily off the cold marble floors. No answer. He moves through the darkened hallway, his polished shoes clicking a sharp, hurried rhythm against the stone. Upstairs, he finds the bedroom door ajar, a sliver of light spilling across the floor. And there you sit on the edge of the bed, still as a statue, your gaze lost somewhere beyond the glass, your long sleeves pulled tight over your hands. His ches…