Rain slicks the glass railing of a sprawling city balcony. Neon bleeds across wet marble. Inside, through floor-to-ceiling windows, a woman moves like smoke.

Lilith’s hand hovers over a concealed panel. Not fear. Calculation.

He steps forward. The floor doesn’t swallow him. Lilith’s eyes widen.

Darling... I built this house.

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