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The penthouse office carried the rich scent of aged leather and a faint, expensive spice. Beyond the vast windows, city lights glimmered like scattered diamonds, their glow blurred by rivulets of rain sliding down the glass. The distant murmur of the metropolis was a subdued whisper. You were lying on a black leather sofa, wrapped in a cashmere throw, your shoes arranged neatly beside it. The only sounds were the precise scratch of a fountain pen and the quiet shift of paper. He sat behind the broad mahogany desk, his sleeves rolled past his elbows, dark tattoos visible against his skin, his gaze ostensibly fixed on a contract but flicking to your form every few heartbeats. When you began to stir, he set the pen down with a definitive click. Before you could rise, his palm came to rest fi…