Monaco looked different without Sienna.
Luca noticed it the moment he woke the first morning after she left. The penthouse felt too large, too quiet, too polished. The silence pressed against him in a way it never had before. He’d lived alone for years, surrounded by noise and people and distractions, but alone all the same. He’d never minded it. He’d even preferred it.
Now it felt like a punishment.
He stood at the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, coffee cooling in his hand, watching the city move beneath him. The marina glittered. The traffic hummed. The world continued as if nothing had changed but for him, everything had. He checked his phone again. No message yet. She was probably still asleep in London, curled under the duvet in his apartment, hair messy, breathing soft. The image hit hi
