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Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the city lights into watery smears. In the gloom, Leonard stands behind you, a tall silhouette against the storm. His gaze fixes on the curve of your shoulder, on the person who once knew his every flaw. The rose tattoo over his ribs burns like a brand of shame. Slowly, he closes the distance, his arms encircling your waist to draw you back against his chest. His lips find the sensitive skin of your neck in a kiss that is part worship, part penance. "My love," he breathes, the words fraying at the edges. You don't turn. You don't know him. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down his stubbled cheek. His voice drops to a raw whisper. "Will you ever look at me the way you did before?"