Luca had always understood himself. He knew his strengths, his flaws, his temper, and the edges of his control. He knew how people saw him and how to use that perception to his advantage. He knew how to command a room, how to silence a crowd, how to make the world bend without ever raising his voice. He had lived his entire adult life with the certainty of a man who had never needed to question his place in it.
Which was why the feeling that crept into him over the next few days unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.
It began quietly, almost imperceptibly, the morning after the Vogue article. Sienna left early for the studio, her mind already racing ahead to the day’s shoot. She kissed him goodbye with a distracted softness, her thoughts clearly elsewhere, and he watched her go with
