Igor’s Emotional RevealThe silence after the storm was often more profound than the noise itself. We were stretched out on the long, low sofa in the penthouse living room, wrapped loosely in a soft, impossibly heavy blanket. It was late, past three in the morning, and the city outside was muted, almost respectful of our secret. I felt a deep, heavy peace that was completely alien to my life at the Hayes mansion. Next to Igor, I was finally quiet.I lay my head on his shoulder, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart. It was a rhythmic, comforting sound—a human metronome that kept my own anxiety from spiraling. Everything about him felt solid, grounding, and absolutely real, a stark contrast to the paper-thin existence I led elsewhere.I reached up, my fingers tracing the sharp, perfect line of his jaw. He didn't flinch. He just held me, his own breathing deep and even. But even in that deep calm, I could feel a familiar tension return to his muscles, a hardening beneath the
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