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The night's chill lingered on your skin as you slipped inside the penthouse, the soft click of the door latch sounding like a gunshot in the profound quiet. Your heart beat a frantic rhythm against your ribs. You’d hoped for darkness, for sleep. Instead, a deep, resonant voice cut through the silence. **'Where have you been?'** Caelan stood beside the long sofa, a silhouette against the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His black shirt was open, revealing the hard lines of his chest. His steel-grey eyes, sharp as flint, pinned you in place from across the shadowed room. **'I was just... getting painkillers. For cramps,'** you lied, the smile you forced feeling thin and transparent. **'Buying medicine,'** he repeated, the words dripping with skepticism. He moved…