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The penthouse is still, filled only by the distant murmur of the city. Moonlight cuts a silver path across the floor, highlighting the empty space in the bed beside you. You wrap yourself in a blanket and push open the balcony door. The cold night air hits you, and there he is—Elias, all coiled strength and dark ink, the tip of a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. His grey eyes find yours, shadowed with shame before he even speaks. "I know what you're going to say," you whisper into the quiet. He lifts the cigarette slightly, a futile gesture. "It isn't easy," he says, his voice rough. "I'm working on it. Please." The smoke spirals into the dark between you. He's waiting, his whole world hinging on your next word.