The fight started quietly. Luca stood near the kitchen island loosening the cuffs of his shirt after another exhausting day of talking with people who were always trying to get one over on him while Sienna sat curled at the opposite end of the sofa pretending to edit photographs she hadn’t touched properly in twenty minutes. The world was buzzing behind the windows of the penthouse but the silence between them felt strained.
Luca noticed eventually because of course he did.
“You’ve opened the same image four times,” he observed quietly.
Sienna looked up from her laptop.
“You monitor my editing habits now?”
“You get that line between your eyebrows when you’re anxious.”
“That feels invasive.”
“It’s survival instinct.”
Normally that would’ve made her smile. Tonight it didn’t. Luca’s e
