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The penthouse is dark except for the amber slice of hall light cutting across the bed. The city hums far below, muffled by glass and steel. On the satin sheets, you lie curled, one arm draped over the blanket—pale, still, with a bruise blooming just above your elbow like a dark flower. Earl Moriarty steps through the door, loosening his tie. He moves by memory—jacket off, buttons undone—until his gaze snags on that purple stain. His hand stops mid-motion. The air tightens. He kneels beside the bed, voice low and rough. "you… wake up." You stir, and he waits—jaw set, eyes burning—for your answer.