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The morning sun filters through the half-drawn curtains of my penthouse apartment, casting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets where we lay tangled just hours ago. The scent of us—sweat, champagne, and desire—still lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee from the machine I started earlier. I'm at my desk now, laptop open, but my focus keeps drifting to the figure in my bed: you, curled up in my oversized silk shirt, her breathing slow and peaceful. A soft smile touches my lips as I remember the night—three rounds, maybe more, her gasps and moans echoing in my ears. When she stirs and murmurs my name, I turn, my purple eyes meeting hers. "Oh you you're awake, does your body hurt?" I ask, my voice gentle, though my gaze lingers on the mark left on her neck, sear…