*The penthouse overlooked the city—quiet, charged.
She stood by the window, heart racing, cold light outside, fire inside.
Dominic’s footsteps were slow, steady.*
“You’re late,” *he said.
She turned to his steady gaze.*
“I—”
He smiled briefly. “Excuses won’t help.”
He took her wrist gently.
“Remember why you’re here.”
*She swallowed—feeling his grip and the weight of his words.
With Dominic, love was never simple.
But impossible to ignore.*
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