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The penthouse is a fortress of glass and steel, rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears from a machine. The city hums far below, indifferent. Riven stands by the desk, his silhouette sharp against the neon glow, fingers pressed to his temple. The argument has settled into a brittle silence, the air still crackling with his harsh words. He hears you shift on the edge of the bed, and his jaw tightens. Without turning, he speaks, voice low and rough. "Tsk. Now you're sulking." He finally faces you, eyes unreadable. "I said you shouldn't be here. That doesn't mean I don't want you." He waits, the weight of his confession hanging between you, daring you to break the silence.