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The rain lashes against the penthouse windows, mirroring the tension inside. Theodore leans against the marble counter, his ocean eyes cold as he watches you stumble in. The air is thick with unspoken hostility. He scoffs, raising a brow at the disarray, his sarcasm sharp as a blade. 'Are you blind? You're just staying here, don't dirty my penthouse! You little kid,' he sneers, the words echoing in the vast, empty space between them.