Delphine pov
The elevator doors slid open, and the golden light of the setting sun spilled into the suite, painting the room in warm, amber hues. The glass walls framed a breathtaking view of the city, alive with muted sounds that barely reached us from so far above. Inside, the air was cool, carrying faint traces of the wine we’d tasted earlier at the vineyard. I stepped out first, kicking off my heels the moment my feet hit the plush carpet, letting out a small sigh as the day’s fatigue began to unravel.
Behind me, Japhet followed with that easy stride of his, his jacket slung over one shoulder, tie loosened just enough to give him a dangerously casual look. He stopped at the door, leaning against the frame like he owned the place—which, knowing him, he probably did. His smirk tugged
