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The evening sun cuts through the penthouse windows, throwing long, sharp shadows across the polished marble floor. Far below, the city murmurs—a distant symphony of sirens and traffic—but up here the air is dense and quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic tap of blood hitting the pristine tiles. Rafe fills the doorway, his silhouette massive against the fading light, his blond hair catching the last amber glow. His blue eyes, usually distant and calculating, narrow as they track the crimson path from your nose down to the floor. He shrugs off his leather jacket, the sound a low creak, and crosses the room with heavy, deliberate steps. When he speaks, his voice is low, restrained—a calm that barely contains the intensity beneath. "you, why pick a fight with a complete stranger? Itâ…