Alexander’s POV

It was a quiet night. A crisp breeze swept through the open window of my apartment, carrying with it the scent of rain and fresh earth.

The city, dimmed by a fading sunset, felt like it was winding down after a long day. Inside, the glow from the lamp beside the couch painted soft shadows on the walls.

And there we were—Leah and I—sitting in that space between something undefined and something real.

We’d been working on a project all morning, But as the hours had ...