~Isabella’s POV

Few days later, Lucian and I settled into a routine that felt like a warm embrace, enveloping us in a cocoon of love and shared moments. His recovery progressed well, and with each passing day, he grew stronger and more confident.

Each morning, I would wake to the sun filtering through the curtains of his room, casting golden light across his face. I loved watching him sleep, the way his dark lashes brushed against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted in peaceful slumber. ...