The days following the confrontation over Julian had been a careful dance of healing and reaffirmation. Alex and Rowan moved through the penthouse with a new tenderness, the insecurity that had threatened to divide them slowly giving way to a deeper, more resilient love. The "You are not him" reassurance from Rowan had become a quiet mantra, spoken in soft kisses and late-night conversations, grounding them against the shadows Elias continued to cast. The board investigation loomed, Victor schemed in the background, and the ghost’s threats persisted, but in the quiet moments between the chaos, their bond had grown into something undeniable.That evening, the penthouse felt different. Rowan had asked Alex to meet him on the rooftop terrace after work, a private space they rarely used because of the exposure. Alex arrived as the sun dipped below the skyline, painting the city in deep oranges and purples. Rowan waited near the edge, dressed in a simple dark shirt and trousers, a small ta
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