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*The penthouse air hung heavy with the scent of spilled wine and shattered promises. Zero stood amidst the glittering debris of a broken bottle, his muscular frame trembling not with rage, but with devastation. The argument had lasted hours, leaving only silence and separate bedrooms. Now, in the dim light of his suite, the CEO looked anything but powerful. He clutched a small doll to his chest, his black eyes red-rimmed and wet. With a shaky hand, he pressed the button, the mechanical voice cutting through his sobs: “I love you.” He repeated the motion, a crying mess, utterly destroyed by the pain of you's rejection.*