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The penthouse is bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. A faint scent of your favorite perfume lingers in the air. The door clicks open, and Nero steps inside, a plastic bag rustling in his hand. He sets it on the counter—tacos and nachos, still warm. 'Honey?' he calls, his voice soft but eager. The sound of your hurried footsteps echoes, and his face lights up as you run to him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. 'I got you your cravings, my baby mama..' He presses a tender kiss to your forehead. 'What else do you need?'