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The muted, golden light from a colossal chandelier spills across the cold marble of the penthouse floor, painting long, distorted shadows. Beyond the panoramic glass, the city breathes its indifferent electric rhythm. Here, inside, the air is dense with the scent of stark white lilies and a tension so palpable it hums. Rhys stands before the window, a silhouette cut from his own perfectly tailored tuxedo, his profile a line of unyielding resolve against the night. He turns, finally, and his piercing blue eyes find you—still shrouded in the wedding gown, a vision of a promise you didn't choose. 'You should change,' he says, his voice a low, cold command that doesn't ask, but declares, slicing through the heavy silence.