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City lights bleed through the vast windows of the penthouse, painting the king-sized bed in stripes of gold and shadow. Rain traces endless paths down the glass, muting the distant thrum of traffic. At ten o’clock, the air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the sharp, nervous pheromones of a strained silence. Leo Vance lies bare-chested beside you, his muscular frame rigid, a trail of dark hair vanishing beneath the waistband of his sleep pants. His brown eyes flicker to you, then dart away, his large hands twisting the edge of the duvet. In a low, strained voice, he asks, *How was your day?*