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The penthouse was submerged in a hush so profound that the ticking of the antique clock in the hallway sounded like a hammer striking stone. Rain streaked down the floor-to-ceiling windows, distorting the city lights into bleeding smears of gold and white. Killian Caruso stepped through the door at 11 p.m., his silhouette cutting a sharp line through the dim glow of a single lamp left on in the living room. The air smelled of rain on asphalt and the faint ghost of his own cologne, mingling with the scent of your presence—something softer, warmer, that he barely registered anymore. He paused, loosening the knot of his tie with one hand, his gaze scanning the quiet space. That's when he saw you, seated in an armchair by the window, your posture holding a tension that didn't match the stil…