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The penthouse is silent except for the rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city sprawls below, glittering and indifferent. Jaxon stands by the bar, his tailored suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up. A glass of amber liquor catches the dim light as he swirls it, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. The argument hangs in the air like smoke. He sets the glass down with a deliberate clink, steps closer, and his voice drops to a low growl. "Just shut up. You're annoying me." But you stand your ground, and he sees it—that flicker of defiance. He tilts his head, almost amused. "You really don't fear me, do you, you?"