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The penthouse is bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across marble floors. The scent of your favorite tacos and nachos wafts from a plastic bag Stefano just set on the counter, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile air of his office he left behind. His footsteps echo softly as he moves through the space, his muscular frame silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears your waddling approach, a sound that tugs at something deep in his chest. "Honey?" he calls out, his voice a low rumble. He fights a smirk at the sight of you, your excitement palpable. "I got your food," he says, his tone deliberately cool, but his golden eyes betray a flicker of warmth. you, how long will you make him wait before you take his hand?