Brielle’s POV
The morning light poured through the penthouse windows, soft and golden, brushing everything in its path with warmth. I stood barefoot in the kitchen, Adrian's hoodie drowning me, coffee warming my hands as I watched the city blink awake beneath us.
There was a strange peace in the silence. Not the kind that felt empty or heavy, but the kind that followed storms. The kind that whispered, You survived.
Behind me, Adrian emerged from the bedroom, shirtless and sleep-rumpled, his hair a mess from my fingers last night. He smiled when he saw me.
"I never thought I'd see you this calm before noon."
"That's because you usually set something on fire before then."
He laughed, came to me, and took the mug from my hand so he could kiss me properly. Long. Deep. Like he was still m
