(Dual POV)
Olivia’s POV
The storm came suddenly, violent and unrelenting, like it was trying to tear the city apart. Rain hammered against the penthouse windows in furious bursts, the sound echoing through the quiet space. The power had gone out an hour ago, leaving us with nothing but the flickering light of scattered candles.
Armando moved through the room like the storm didn’t bother him at all. Calm. Controlled. Of course he wasn’t rattled—nothing ever seemed to reach him. Not the chaos outside, not the mess we’d found ourselves in, and certainly not me.
I tucked my legs under me on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “I didn’t think storms like this happened here.” I broke the ice of silence.
“They don’t,” Armando said, setting another candle on the coffee
