The room was dim, quiet—just the soft hum of the city far below the windows and the occasional sigh of night breeze against the glass. The lights were low, warm and golden, casting a subtle glow across the sheets. Kingsley and Katherine lay tangled together in the middle of the bed, skin to skin beneath the covers, their breaths synchronized in the silence.

She rested her head on his chest, fingers idly tracing small circles over the muscles there, her legs lightly twined with his. He had ...