Elise's pov

I woke up to the smell of coffee and something sweet baking in the oven. Sunlight streamed through the bedroom windows, and for a moment, I just lay there listening to Sebastian move around the kitchen, humming something in Italian under his breath.

My phone showed it was Saturday. No work, no immediate crisis, just a quiet morning.

When I finally padded into the kitchen, Sebastian was pulling what looked like cinnamon rolls from the oven, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt ...