Dante’s pov

The soft, warm morning light flooded the apartment, streaming through the partly opened blinds. The aroma of coffee hung in the atmosphere, cozy and recognizable. After numerous years, Dante awakened for the first time without the burden of the past resting heavily on his heart. Lia remained nestled next to him, her hair spread across the pillow, her breathing calm and steady. He observed her face, internalizing the tranquility visible, the way her lips gently separated as she ...