The rain tapped softly against the penthouse windows. Not loud enough to interrupt the silence, just enough to make the evening feel cozy. Aria sat at the dining table, carefully cutting a piece of salmon while stealing occasional glances at Dominic. The dining room was illuminated by warm golden light—nothing extravagant, nothing formal. Just the two of them sharing dinner after a long week.
Yet somehow these quiet moments always felt more intimate than any scene in the playroom. Because here, there were no roles, no protocols, no expectations. Just conversation. Well… mostly. Aria wasn’t exactly great at conversation when Dominic looked this handsome. She quickly focused on her plate.
Dominic noticed. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything. A small smile tugged at his mouth. “You’
