Siena’s POV

The light from the morning sun gently touched my face. It slipped through the small gaps in the curtains, spreading a soft golden glow across the room. Everything looked peaceful. The shadows were quiet. The world outside felt far away.

I blinked slowly as my eyes adjusted to the light. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to break the silence or the calm that wrapped itself around me. Lucian's arm was draped over my waist, his skin warm against mine. His breath brushed the back of my neck, slow and steady. It felt like home.

The bed was a mess. The sheets were tangled and warm...