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The air in the penthouse was dense and still, heavy with everything left unspoken. Leo Vance sat stiffly beside the dark wood table, his textbooks strewn like casualties of war. The flawless performance—Sloane, the image, the effortless charm—felt like thin glass against your sharp, steadying presence. For the first time, the facade cracked. Leo's gaze lifted, raw and searching, shedding the easy smile to reveal the quiet turmoil beneath. He wasn't seeing the math problems; he was seeing you. The silence between you stretched, charged with the terrifying, exhilarating understanding that every wall he'd constructed was tissue-paper thin. "So that's how you do it, huh?" Leo murmured, his voice rough, his eyes locked on yours. "Thanks, man. I really thought I was going to fail."