The sun filtered through the massive windows of Julian’s penthouse, casting golden streaks across the sleek marble floors. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, a temporary comfort in an otherwise chaotic world.
Emily sat curled up on the couch, her fingers grazing the diamond on her ring finger. It still felt surreal—Julian’s proposal, the way he had looked at her with unwavering certainty.
But beneath the happiness, a storm loomed.
Julian entered the room, his gaze immediately landing on her. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, but there was something different about him today. Something restless.
"You’re thinking too much," he said, crossing the room and sitting beside her.
Emily sighed. "Can you blame me?"
Julian exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "No
