Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

The air was cool but refreshing as we stepped onto the rooftop, the kind of cold that wakes you up and sharpens your senses. I kept my hand steady on her back, guiding her forward, watching her reaction instead of the view. I already knew the city looked stunning from up here. What I didn’t know was how she’d take it—and I wanted to see every second of it.

“Easy… easy, honey,” I murmured, my voice low, almost teasing. She was wearing heels, but her steps ...