I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, warm croissants, and something sweet. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. When I blinked my eyes open, Mateo was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a breakfast tray like it was the most precious thing in the world.

"Happy New Year, Amore," he said softly, his voice warm and a little rough from sleep. His dark eyes looked tired but full of love.

Before I could even sit up properly, the door burst open and Lucian came running in, still in his pajamas, hair messy.

"Happy New Year!" he shouted, jumping onto the bed carefully so he wouldn't knock...