Sade POV
The soft glow of the Christmas lights outside bathed the hallway in a warm, golden hue. The hum of quiet conversation from the party seemed to fade as the last few guests made their way toward the exit. Sade adjusted the collar of her coat, her fingers trembling just slightly from the cold air that still lingered in the building despite the warmth of the gathering. She took a final glance around, savoring the last moments of the evening.
Adamo was standing beside her, his expression calm and introspective. He didn’t have a coat on; his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and tailored trousers made him seem effortlessly sharp, exuding a quiet, confident charm. The air between them was comfortable, but there was an undercurrent of something else—a tension neither of them dared to add
