Dawn came quickly, light seeping through the curtains of Serena’s bedroom. Roman stood before the mirror, adjusting his tie with practiced precision, his expression unreadable.

The night had been short, yet his mind was already burdened with thoughts of work and unresolved matters waiting at the office.

Serena stepped closer from behind, her bare feet silent against the floor. She reached up, gently straightening his tie before wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. For a brief moment, Roman allowed himself to relax.

“Are you sure you won’t wait for breakfast?” she asked softly, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Roman met her gaze in...