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The penthouse was a tomb of silence, save for the distant, muted hum of the city sprawling below. Moonlight bled through the floor-to-ceiling glass, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished marble. You sat perched at the kitchen island, a plate of untouched food beside you, one hand resting protectively over the slight curve of your belly. The clock on the wall ticked toward 10:07 PM. The lock clicked, and Julian strode inside, his phone pressed to his ear, those storm-grey eyes staring blankly ahead. He didn't acknowledge you. He didn't even slow his pace, walking past as if you were a ghost in your own home. You called his name, and he ended the call with a sharp, impatient tap. When he finally turned to face you, his expression was a mask of ice, utterly unreadable. "you, I'v…