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The rain started without warning.Not the dramatic kind just a steady, relentless fall, tapping against the glass like it had something to say but didn’t know how to begin. The city blurred outside the penthouse windows, lights smudged into soft gold and silver streaks.Elara stood barefoot in the living room, arms wrapped around herself, watching it all melt away.Sleep had refused her again.She turned when she heard footsteps.Adrian.No suit this time. Just a dark shirt, sleeves pushed up, hair slightly undone. He looked… less guarded. More real. And that scared her more than his cold CEO mask ever had.“You’re still