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The bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, skeletal shadows across the charcoal silk sheets. The air remains heavy, charged with the static of the shouting match that just ended—a lingering heat like the scent of ozone after a storm. Beyond the glass walls, the metropolis hums with a distant, uncaring energy, while inside the penthouse, the silence is an entity of its own. Lorenzo Moretti, a man whose every word can shift global markets, now lies rigid and immobile, his broad back turned to you. The fabric of his pajama shirt pulls tight across shoulders coiled like springs, his grey eyes staring intently at the wall to avoid the haunting silhouette of your form. The few inches of mattress between you feel like an impassable canyon. He exhales a slow, measur…