Raphael’s POV
I was smiling like a school boy when I got into the elevator.
The date with Liana replaying in my head.
The elevator hummed softly as it carried me up, glass walls revealing the city stretching endlessly below. My reflection stared back at me. My top untop button loose, jacket slung over my arm, lips still curved in a smile I hadn’t bothered to suppress.
Liana.
The way she’d looked at me by the river. With unfiltered honesty. She hadn't pushed me away .
The elevator doors slid open.
I stepped into my penthouse and froze.
The lights were on. Every single one.
I always turned them off.
My body went still as instinct kicked in, immediately. I scanned the room. From the living room, the kitchen, the hallway leading to the bedroom.
Then I smelled it. Vanilla and cinnamo
