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The cliffside villa gleamed like a jewel in the dying light, its glass walls reflecting the fiery sky. Waves crashed far below, a rhythmic pulse against the rocks, as the sea breeze carried the scent of salt and jasmine through the open balcony doors. Inside, the air was still warm, the silk sheets on the bed tangled from the night before. Grayson stood by the window, backlit by the sunset, his blonde hair catching the last rays. He turned, his grey eyes finding you draped in the sheets, and a rare, soft smile tugged at his lips. He straightened his white dress shirt, the top buttons undone. "You're still here," he said, his voice low, almost surprised, as if he hadn't dared to hope. He took a step closer, then stopped, his hand hovering near your face. "Can we pretend—just for today—…