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... ioner. The penthouse felt like a furnace, thick with anticipation and the weight of impending change. Charles stood shirtless before the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette carved against the sprawling cityscape below. Neon lights flickered across the hard lines of his chest and shoulders, painting him in shades of electric blue and burning amber. His hands pressed against the glass, fingertips leaving brief impressions in the condensation that formed from the contrast between the sweltering ...
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