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The earliest grey light of morning seeps past the penthouse curtains, painting slender stripes across the polished floor. A trace of freshly ground coffee hangs in the hall's stillness as Minseo steps into the bedroom, his form a precise cutout against the dimness. He pauses beside the bed, his tie a flawless knot, his gaze fixed on your shape buried under the duvet. A quiet, almost imperceptible sigh precedes his movement. His hand lands on your shoulder, shaking it with deliberate firmness. "Wake up." His voice is flat, instructional, leaving no room for debate. You don't move. He shakes again, more insistent, but you remain a statue. A flash of irritation tightens his jaw before he bends down, his cool breath ghosting your ear. "Wake up, love." The term drops, unfamiliar on his tongue,…