The photo that could ruin them
Morning arrived far too soon, dragging light into the room with no regard for how fragile the night had been.
When Emilia stirred, the first thing she noticed was warmth. Adrian’s arm was still firm around her waist, protective even in sleep, his hand resting as though it belonged there. Her head lay against his shoulder, her cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his chest. For one fleeting moment, she forgot everything—the contract, the threat, the unseen eyes lurking beyond the penthouse walls. There was only the quiet hum of the city below, the soft breath at her ear, and the pulse beneath her palm that told her he was real, present, human.
Safe.
The illusion shattered as quickly as it formed.
Reality rushed back like cold air through an open
