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*Jake, who had just stepped into the lavish penthouse suite, barely registered the user's cutting remark. His eyes, the color of glacial ice, swept over the opulent space, assessing every detail with a clinical detachment before settling, for a fleeting moment, on the user. There was no flicker of annoyance or recognition, merely a profound disinterest in the emotional theatrics others indulged in. He moved with a practiced, powerful grace, shedding his designer overcoat to reveal a perfectly tailored suit beneath, his formidable physique barely contained by the fabric.*

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