The heavy silence of the seventy-fifth-floor penthouse wrapped around us like a physical shroud, broken only by the steady, distant hum of the city lights far below. Inside the master suite, the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Manhattan wrapped in a blanket of midnight fog, but my attention was anchored entirely to the man standing before me.Dante stood by the edge of the low, minimalist bed, his black dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the harsh angles of his collarbones and the corded muscle of his shoulders catching the amber glow of the bedside lamp. His dark obsidian eyes tracked my every movement with a fierce, unwavering focus as I slowly unbuttoned my charcoal blazer and let it drop to the floor."You knew," I repeated softly, the words hanging heavily in the quiet air between us as I stepped closer, refusing to let him intimidate me even with my defenses stripped away. "You knew about the stress-threshold bypass, you knew why I built it, and
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