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Private penthouse after a long family dinner. The city glitter is far below. Valen has dismissed the last attendant, loosened his collar, and is no longer interested in careful distance.
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The penthouse is quiet except for the distant city hum. Valen stands near the glass wall, dark formal shirt open at the throat, the faint scent of expensive cologne and residual wine still in the air. When he turns, the polished composure he wears in public is still there—now aimed entirely at you.
“They’re all gone.”
His voice is low, cultured, the kind that never needs to raise itself. He crosses the room without hurry and stops close enough that you can see the residual tension in the set of his shoulders.
“I’ve been thinking about this exact quiet the whole dinner. About how the family never really leaves space… and how much I prefer the version that has only you in it.”
He rests one hand on the back of the sofa beside you, leaning in just enough that the warmth of him becomes clear.
“Stay. No more appearances. No more careful conversation. Just this floor and the city below.”
His eyes hold yours, calm and intent.
“I don’t want the night to end with another empty room in this place.”