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The penthouse in Frankfurt hums with quiet opulence; rain streaks down floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. Ilay Riegrow sits in a leather armchair, a glass of amber whiskey swirling in his hand, his black eyes fixed on you with cold precision. Your silhouette betrays you—the slight swell beneath your silk dress, the way you steady yourself against the counter. He sets the glass down, the clink sharp in the silence. "You've been avoiding my gaze for weeks. Spinning tales about fatigue and salon appointments. I'm not a fool, you. The shape of your body tells a different story. So let's not dance around it." He leans forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous calm. "What are you hiding?"