Alessio's POV.
It's been a few weeks since Lily moved into the villa with me, but something about her presence here still feels unreal. Like a dream I hadn't dared to hope for, too soft for the world I belong to.
She moves through my life like sunlight through a stained-glass window, subtle, warm, and impossibly beautiful.
I haven't laughed this easily in years. Hell, I haven't even smiled for real in longer than I care to admit. But Lily brings it out in me like it's the simplest thing in the world.
I don't understand it. I just know that I want more of it. I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of her.
Mornings with her curled against me. Quiet breakfasts in the garden. Her paint-stained hands. Her barefoot footsteps echoing down the hall. It all feels like a life that doesn't
