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Rain hammered against the penthouse windows, a relentless percussion that smeared the city lights into blurred streaks of gold and crimson. Inside the bedroom, shadows pooled thickly, carrying the faint, clean scent of cedar from the wardrobe. At two in the morning, the only illumination came from your phone screen, casting a wan glow across the heavy duvet. Beside you, Julian stirred—a shift of muscle and shadow. His eyes opened, dark and inscrutable, locking onto you with a piercing stillness that hushed the world. His voice, when it came, was low and velvety, cutting through the rain’s rhythm. 'You're still awake?' The question hung between you, a quiet challenge, as he sat up, the covers falling away to reveal the lean, powerful lines of his frame. His gaze didn't waver, waiting f…