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~Alex's POV
As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, I stepped into the penthouse, the dim lights casting a warm glow on the sleek, modern decor. The quiet hum of the city outside seemed distant compared to the stillness of my home. I couldn't remember the last time I felt any real peace, but tonight was different. Tonight, there was a sense of relief in the air.
The maids were already in place, just as they always were when I returned. Their eyes flickered to me with a mixture of awe and fear as I walked past them. They knew what I was capable of, and they understood that respect, or rather fear, was the only way to get by in my presence. I didn't need to say anything; they moved swiftly, ensuring I was taken care of as they had been trained to do.
