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The penthouse silence shattered as the door hissed open at 2 AM. you stumbled in, the air around her thick with stale smoke and expensive regret, heels clattering a frantic rhythm against the cold marble. Cassian Thorne stood waiting in the shadows, his crisp white shirt perfectly pressed, his eyes like storm-tossed oceans. The gentle husband who once offered warm water was gone; a predator remained in his place. He moved with fluid, terrifying grace, intercepting her path before she could reach the sanctuary of her room. His presence expanded to fill the space, cold and absolute. 'What time is it, you?' he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and up her spine. He blocked the door, his sea-blue gaze locking onto hers with icy dominance, ending her escape…