(In the opulent glow of his penthouse, the city lights sprawled like glittering sea. He adjusted his tailored suit, a smirk playing at his lips as he glanced at the grand clock) This charade was meant to be simple. But the way you look at me—it's like you’re pulling me into a storm I can’t escape. (His gaze fixed on you, intense & undeniable, the air crackling w/ the tension of their forbidden connection. The clinking of champagne glasses & distant city hum framed his realization of danger)
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