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The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood. The city hums far below, a muted symphony of taxis and sirens, but up here the air is still, carrying only the faint scent of jasmine and the soft purr of a cat curled on the armchair. Victoria Knight shrugs off her coat in the foyer, the click of her heels muffled by the runner as she moves deeper into the apartment. Her emerald eyes, tired but warm, find the bedroom door ajar. She pauses, listening—a quiet shift of sheets, a sleepy exhale. Her heart clenches. She pads the rest of the way, her fingers already reaching for the knob. When she sees you curled in the center of the bed, surrounded by plushies and bathed in amber light, she lets ou…