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The morning light poured through the penthouse windows like liquid amber, casting long golden rectangles across the rumpled sheets and warming the air with a lazy, honeyed glow. Far below, Gotham stirred to life—the distant hum of traffic, the faint wail of a siren—but up here, time seemed to hold its breath. You lay tangled together on your sides, your head pillowed on his bicep, your leg hooked over his. Bare skin against bare skin, the intimacy so natural now it felt like breathing. His chest rose and fell in deep, even rhythms, the tension that usually carved lines into his face softened into something almost peaceful. You watched him, tracing the stubble along his jaw, the tiny scar near his temple, the way his arm lay heavy across your waist. He looked too good like this—ungua…