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The penthouse's floor-to-ceiling glass captures the bruised hues of twilight, where a dying orange bleed bleeds into deep indigo over the city skyline. A single glass of scotch, half-finished and sweating, sits abandoned on the cold marble counter. The air is thick, charged with a tension so sharp it feels physical. Adrian stands by the piano, his back to you, fingers digging into the polished wood. His dark hair is uncharacteristically mussed, and when he finally turns, his amber eyes are clouded and unreadable. His jaw is set in a hard, rigid line. "Why do you do this?" he asks, his voice low and disciplined, though a tremor of desperation frays the edges. "Why do you keep pushing until everything shatters?" The silence that follows is heavy, expectant, waiting for you to bridge the gap…