Aurora’s POV

When Gray opened the door to his apartment and stepped aside for me to enter, I expected something simple. Maybe a few pieces of furniture, a neat bedroom, and his work files stacked on the desk. What I didn’t expect was the closet.

The door to the walk-in stood open, light spilling from inside. I stopped in the doorway, my eyes widening as I stepped closer.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. The space felt more like a private world than a closet, a glimpse into how carefully he ...