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2026-04-29 05:45:00New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Tuesday. 10:47 PM
The transition from the calculated coldness of Richard’s presence to the suffocating heat of the penthouse was instantaneous. The click of the elevator doors wasn't even silent before Xavier’s composure—that terrifying, measured mask he wore for the world—simply disintegrated.He didn’t lead her to the bedroom. He didn’t have the patience for the walk, and neither did she. He backed her against the heavy mahogany door of the locked room
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New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Tuesday. 10:47 PMThe transition from the calculated coldness of Richard’s presence to the suffocating heat of the penthouse was instantaneous. The click of the elevator doors wasn't even silent before Xavier’s composure—that terrifying, measured mask he wore for the world—simply disintegrated.He didn’t lead her to the bedroom. He didn’t have the patience for the walk, and neither did she. He backed her against the heavy mahogany door of the locked room—the space where they had spent weeks dissecting a monster—and now, he was dissecting her with a look that was entirely stripped of his usual clinical restraint. It was a look of raw, unadulterated hunger, the kind that reminded her of a storm breaking after a month of heat."You're shaking," he rasped, his voice a jagged edge against her ear. He leaned in, his body a solid, burning weight pressing her into the wood. "Is it fear, Scarlett? Or is it because you’re tired of the act?""I'
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