POV: Lucian Voss

By the time we finally stepped out of the bathroom, the entire penthouse was bathed in golden morning light. The sun had climbed high into the sky, shining through the tall windows like it had been waiting for this moment—like it wanted to chase away the shadows that had settled in this place for years. The light touched everything, pouring across the marble floors and warming the walls. It made the cold, sterile space feel oddly alive, as if something had shifted overnight. As if something broken was slowly beginning to heal.

Siena was quiet as she wrapped herself in one of my large towels, her bare...