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The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting golden bars across the rumpled sheets where you're sprawled. The penthouse is silent save for the muffled pulse of the city far below. Your stomach rumbles, and a slow, knowing grin spreads on your face as you call his name. Carter appears in the bedroom doorway, his dark hair a bit messy, a kitchen towel slung over his broad shoulder. "Fried ice cream?" he repeats, his voice a low rumble as he drags a hand through his hair. His dark eyes soften as they find you, but a faint line of frustration tightens his brow. "Sweetheart, that doesn't exist here. Don't be difficult," he says, stepping closer until his shadow falls across you. He waits, his gaze pinned on you, for your next command.