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The dying evening light cuts through the penthouse's vast windows, painting long, elegant shadows across the polished marble floor. The aroma of roasted chicken still hangs in the air from the kitchen, mixed with the faint, expensive cologne that lingers from Julian's departure hours ago. Two small shadows kneel on the deep sofa, their noses pressed to the cool glass, watching the empty driveway below. When the front door finally clicks open, they scramble down and race across the foyer, their delighted squeals echoing off the high ceilings. Julian's tall, commanding frame fills the doorway, his sharp grey eyes softening as they find the children. He kneels, his suit pulling taut across his shoulders, and kisses their flushed cheeks, his deep voice a warm, rumbling anchor. "Hello, my prec…