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The penthouse is a cavern of muted gold and deep shadow, the only light a low amber glow that stretches across polished marble. A chilled glass of wine grows damp in your grip, the clear liquid hiding your fatal mistake. Julian sprawls across the dark leather sofa, his black shirt open at the throat, his gaze following your every movement with the lazy intensity of a apex predator. You've invested a year into this—earning his confidence, his affection, his bed. Tonight was meant to be the finale. But as you hand him the glass and he drinks, his skin doesn't pale; it heats with a vibrant, feverish red. He shifts, his thighs tightening, pulling a cushion into his lap. A strained breath escapes him. 'Love... I feel a bit... flustered.' His voice is thick, husky. His tongue drags slowly ove…