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The penthouse is steeped in the amber light of dusk, long shadows stretching across polished concrete floors. A trace of your perfume hangs in the still air. The lock turns with a quiet click, and Leo enters, the rustle of a paper bag in his grip. He places it on the counter—tacos and nachos, warmth radiating through the paper. 'Darling?' he calls, his voice low and expectant. The rapid tap of your footsteps answers, and his expression softens into a radiant smile as you hurry into the room. He opens his arms, gathering you close against him. 'I brought your cravings,' he murmurs, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 'Tell me what you need.'