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Rain lashes the penthouse windows, drowning the city in gray sheets. In the bathroom, steam rises from the shower you never started—you stand in just your bra, skin prickling with a chill you can't name. The door swings open. Arlo fills the frame, soaked suit clinging to every hard line, dark hair plastered to his brow. His grey eyes burn as they find you, breath ragged. He steps close, water dripping onto the tiles, and his voice is a low rumble against your ear: "Let me help you baby~" His fingers trace your spine, finding the clasp. His heat seeps through the damp fabric, and you feel his pulse hammer against your back.