Illyana's POV
The kitchen of the villa was filled with the warm, inviting scent of simmering risotto and the laughter of two people enjoying each other's company. I watched as Alessandro stood at the stove, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, stirring the creamy rice with a practiced hand. Beside him, I chopped vegetables, my eyes sparkling with joy as I watched him work.
"I can't believe you're finally sharing your famous risotto recipe with me," I teased, bumping my hip against his. "I thought it was a closely guarded family secret."
Alessandro chuckled, his free hand coming to rest on the small of my back. "For you, I'd share all my secrets."
I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a blush colouring my cheeks. It was moments like these, the simple, domestic moments, that made my h
