Hannah's POV

　　Christian and I were sitting on the couch, the soft hum of the evening city outside our window. It had been a long, exhausting day. The victory in court, the stress of all day, it all felt like a whirlwind I could barely process. But now, here we were, finally alone, the weight of everything slowly lifting. I leaned into Christian's shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath as he wrapped his arm around me.

　　"Hey," he murmured, his voice low ...