~Isabella’s POV

Few days later, Lucian and I settled into a routine that felt like a warm embrace, enveloping us in a cocoon of love and shared moments. His recovery progressed well, and with each passing day, he grew stronger and more confident.

Each morning, I would wake to the sun filtering through the curtains of his room, casting golden light across his face. I loved watching him sleep, the way his dark lashes brushed against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted in peaceful slumber. I’d lean in, placing soft kisses on his forehead, gently waking him.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I’d whisper, my voice a melodic tease.

He would groan...