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The penthouse was quieter now, the wild chaos of the night settling into something slower, heavier—charged with tension. The city lights cast a golden glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the space in a way that made it feel almost dreamlike.
Davian stood in the middle of the living room, his chest rising and falling with deep, measured breaths, his sharp gaze locked onto Vivian.
He was searching her face, waiting for an answer, for some kind of indication that this was just another one of her games.
Vivian, however, had other plans.
She took a step forward, then another, her bare feet silent against the polished floor.
The silk of her robe barely clung to her shoulders, the loose knot at her waist hanging on by a thread. She smirked as she watched the wa
