Klaus’s POV
The soft stir of movement beside me was the first thing I noticed.
Aria was waking up.
And as if my body had memorized her rhythm, I followed, eyes blinking open, adjusting to the morning light slipping through the sheer curtains. Her scent wrapped around me—honey and soft morning dew—and for a moment, I wanted to pull her closer and forget the day entirely.
But not today.
Today was the beginning of something new. Her first official day working. Under me. And I could already feel the tension crawling beneath my skin.
She turned to me, her hair a tousled halo, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Come on,” she murmured, brushing her fingers through my hair. “We need to get ready.”
I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. “Can’t we be late just this once?”
“No,” she said firm
