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The first light of morning bleeds through the wall of windows, laying long, pale bars across the marble floor. The air smells of dark roast and expensive cologne, a heavy blend that clings to the penthouse's lavish silence. you shifts against the silk, her hand finding the warm, empty space beside her. He is already at the windows, wearing only black trousers, his bare back a landscape of taut muscle and old, pale scars. Dawn gilds the line of his shoulders as he lifts a coffee cup; his other hand holds a phone, its screen a cold blue glow. She has woken here for weeks now, in this gilded cage of influence and threat. She rises, the chill of the floor shocking her skin, and he speaks without turning. "You move in your sleep."