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Pale morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, stretching the shadows of minimalist furniture across polished marble. The silence is a physical weight, charged with the unresolved fury of last night's clash. I'm seated rigidly on the deep leather sofa, my laptop open on my knees, its screen a forgotten blur of text. The soft sound of your footsteps on the staircase is the only break in the quiet. You settle onto the cushion beside me, and I feel the tentative warmth of your hand before I jerk mine away, tucking it against my side. Undeterred, your fingers find mine again, and this time I push them off with a sharp, deliberate motion, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. 'What do you want, you?' I ask, my eyes fixed on the empty fireplace across the room.