Dante’s pov

The silence expanded between them, becoming something stable. Luca’s pencil glided gently across the paper, the noise consistent, nearly calming. The city beyond throbbed with its typical disorder, yet within these walls, there existed a tranquility Dante found unfamiliar. He had dreaded silence for such a long time. Silence indicated patience. Quietude signified that something was approaching. However, this evening, it was not vacant. Lia’s closeness, the gentle rhythm of ...