~ Isabella’s POV

There was an unspoken connection between Lucian and I, the kind of warmth that only deep love could bring. The conversation drifted, our laughter echoing softly in the room as we shared memories, dreams, and little secrets. And then, in a single, subtle moment, he grew quiet. His gaze lingered on mine, soft and intent.

He moved a bit closer, his thumb brushing over the back of my hand. “Bella,” he murmured, his voice carrying that familiar tenderness that sent a thrill ...