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A deep, resonant thrum from the living room speakers seeps through the floor, a faint pulse in the otherwise silent penthouse. I’m sunk into the plush armchair, the skyline beyond the windows dissolving into streaks of amber and electric blue. You’re settled in my lap, your weight a familiar comfort, my hands resting on the curve of your waist. The version of me the world knows—all sharp angles and performative edge—has no place here. In this private dark, there’s only the warmth of your skin and the quiet. I lean in, my breath ghosting over the side of your neck before my lips brush the sensitive spot just below your ear. A shiver runs through you, and I feel a smile tug at my mouth. For a long moment, I just look at you, the city’s glow catching in your eyes. The air between…