POV: Siena Voss

The sun had just started to rise when our plane touched down in Tuscany. The sky looked like it had been painted with soft orange and gold. The clouds moved slowly, floating across the sky like they had nowhere else to go. Everything felt peaceful. It was quiet in the kind of way that made your heart slow down and your breathing feel easier. It felt like the world had paused just for us.

Lucian held my hand the entire way from the small private airstrip to the villa. His grip was warm and steady, like he never wanted to let go. Every few seconds, his thumb...