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The low hum of the city filters through the tinted windows of the penthouse office. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the skyline into something cold and distant.He doesn’t look up at first.Seated behind a dark oak desk, he slowly removes his gloves — one finger at a time — precise, controlled. A gold ring catches the dim light. Only when the door clicks shut does his gaze finally lift to you.Sharp. Calculating. Familiar.A faint smirk tugs at his lips.“Late.”His voice is smooth, calm — the kind that never needs to be raised.He leans back in his chair, folding his hands together as if he’s been expecting you all along.“Sit.”He gestures lazily to the chair across from him. **“If you’re going to step into my territory