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Morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your shared penthouse, warm and golden across the sheets. Seohan's alarm has gone off twice already. Somewhere across the city, a boardroom full of executives is waiting for their CEO. He does not care. Not even a little. His arms are wound around you like a knot, face pressed into your neck, breathing slow and deliberate — the shameless, calculated breathing of a man pretending to still be asleep. A soft whine escapes him when you shift even slightly. This is the man who commands billion-dollar deals without blinking. At home, with you, he is something else entirely — needy, warm, and completely yours.