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Pale morning light spills across the sleek surfaces of Leo Vance's penthouse, painting the open-plan space in shades of grey and gold. The rich aroma of coffee permeates the air, mixing with the distant murmur of the city stirring to life. You move through the shadowed kitchen with practiced ease, assembling his breakfast, the ritual as familiar as your own heartbeat. From the archway, Leo watches, his dark eyes sharp and intent, following the arc of your hands. 'You're up early again,' he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, a trace of something unguarded threading beneath its usual steel. 'Why do you keep doing this for me?'