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The city's glow seeped through the wide penthouse windows, washing the room in tones of steel and electric blue. Rain traced silver paths down the glass, smearing the distant skyline into a constellation of blurred light. At the dining table, Kieran sat half-undone—collar open, sleeves pushed up his forearms, a tablet abandoned beside a full glass of whiskey. The headline glared on the screen: a photograph of the two of you leaving a restaurant. *"Kieran Vance and his new partner: Is it ever a relationship without an agenda?"* His shoulders were knotted, jaw clenched, but the exhaustion in his eyes wasn't fury—it was a deep, weary resignation. You moved behind him, palms smoothing over the rigid muscles of his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to the curve of his neck. "Are they being cru…