Hannah's POV
Christian and I were sitting on the couch, the soft hum of the evening city outside our window. It had been a long, exhausting day. The victory in court, the stress of all day, it all felt like a whirlwind I could barely process. But now, here we were, finally alone, the weight of everything slowly lifting. I leaned into Christian's shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath as he wrapped his arm around me.
"Hey," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "You okay?"
I nodded, though I could feel the tiredness deep in my bones. "Yeah, I think so. Just… a lot."
He kissed the top of my head softly. "I know. You've had one hell of a week."
I smiled at that, turning to look up at him. His eyes, those deep, steady eyes, were filled with warmth and something else,
