I waited in our penthouse, the room dim, shadows creeping along the walls as I sat alone. The city lights flickered through the windows, but they felt distant, just like him. Lysander was late, and with every passing minute, a new thread of doubt wound tighter in my chest.

When he finally walked in, I held my breath, watching him as he crossed the room with that silent, unreadable look. There was a weight between us, something unspoken but heavy, hanging in the air. I swallowed, ...