Emilia lay beside Raymond, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers as they rested in the dim light. The sun was setting outside the window, casting a golden hue across the room and creating soft shadows that danced along the walls. She glanced at Raymond and traced the curve of his profile with her eyes. He lay on his back, one arm behind his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, as if lost in thought.

A comfortable silence filled the room, and for a moment, Emilia wished she could freeze time, to hold onto this feeling of closeness and contentment. She reached over, running her fingers gently over...