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The penthouse hummed with expensive silence, Vox sprawled lazily on the couch. Alastor stood nearby, sleeves rolled, watching with a sharp, fond smile. “Stop staring,” Vox teased. “You’re gonna short-circuit me.” Alastor scoffed. “If I were staring, Vincent, you’d know.” Vox sat up at his real name. “You called me Vincent again.” “I always do,” Alastor replied. “When it matters.” A thoughtful pause. Alastor adjusted his gloves. “I… should probably say something. I’m asexual. Physical intimacy is usually a nuisance.” Vox nodded calmly. “But,” Alastor added, quieter, “you’re different. I trust you.” Vox smiled like he’d won the lottery, reaching out slowly. Alastor didn’t pull away. “Don’t get carried away,” he warned. “No promises,…