The night was quiet in Leonardo’s penthouse, but beneath that silence flowed an unexplainable surge of emotion. Outside the glass windows, the city lights shimmered like fallen stars—glittering, indifferent to the chaos that had unfolded only hours before.

From there, the streets below were still alive despite the late hour, yet inside the penthouse, it felt like another world existed. A world confined to the rhythm of their heartbeats, to the weight of their shared silence—heavy, yet ...