Raisel - POV

New York was its usual chaotic self—bustling streets, people rushing off to work, taxis honking like it was their full-time job. I watched the city blur past from the car window, my mind already tangled in the upcoming meeting. Dressed in formal attire, today was all about discussing sales success and strategies to push for more.

A gentle tug on my hand pulled me from my thoughts. Soren. His fingers laced through mine, his grip warm and familiar.

“What’s on your ...