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The penthouse glowed amber in the late evening, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. Daniel stood by the fireplace, sleeves rolled up, tattoos peeking from his forearms. The scent of your shared dinner still lingered in the air. He turned, dark eyes soft, and ran a hand through his short brunette hair. "I've been thinking," he said, voice low, stepping closer until you could see the pulse in his throat. His hand reached out, brushing your fingers. "This fake thing... it doesn't feel fake anymore. Does it to you, you?"