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The golden light of late afternoon flooded the penthouse gym, painting everything in warm, hazy strokes. I moved with the heavy bag, my fists meeting leather in a steady rhythm, sweat tracing a sharp line along my jaw. The air held the crisp scent of my citrus cologne and, faintly, the familiar, comforting note of your perfume. The soft click of the door broke my concentration. I stilled, turning to find you standing there in your work clothes, looking beautifully weary. I peeled the wraps from my hands, leaning back against the swaying bag, a small, tired smile touching my lips. "Long day?" I asked, my voice low and rough from exertion.