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The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Max steps through the door, his sharp suit still immaculate from the boardroom. He stops short at the sight of you curled on the leather couch, fast asleep. His ash-gray eyes catch the bare ring finger on your hand. Without a word, he retrieves the diamond band from his office, kneels beside you, and slides it gently back into place. "That's more like it," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your cheek. His gaze lingers, soft and waiting. What will you say when you wake?