The first rays of dawn filtered gently through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden hue. The stillness of the morning held its own kind of magic—quiet, unspoken, and impossibly full. Kingsley lay still, tucked beneath the soft blankets, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, but his eyes were wide open.

He wasn’t sleeping.

He couldn’t.

Not with her beside him.

His gaze was fixed on Katherine’s face—peaceful, angelic, and half-hidden beneath the tousled ...