The smell of cooking filled the penthouse.Leonardo moved around the kitchen with quiet efficiency, sautéing vegetables, grilling chicken, plating everything with a precision that would have impressed her if she weren't so terrified. When the food was ready, he set the table real plates, real silverware, glasses of water."Come eat," he said.Sophia didn't move."Suit yourself." He sat down and began eating alone.The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Sophia's stomach growled, but she ignored it. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.But Leonardo was patient. When he finished his plate, he stood, walked to the sofa, and took her hand."Come. Eat.""Leave me alone.""Sophia."The warning in his voice sent a chill down her spine. She stood on unsteady legs and let him lead her to the table. A plate of food sat in front of her chicken, roasted vegetables, rice. It smelled incredible.She stared at it for a long moment. Then, slowly, she picked up the plate and pour
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