Lucius got out of bed first, the soft light from the nightstand lamp casting a glow on his calm, collected demeanor. He didn’t rush, carefully changing into his usual workout clothes, preparing for the morning. Catherine followed suit, slipping into a comfortable shirt and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. They both understood that there was no need for too many words this morning; everything was fine, at least for now.
A few minutes later, after both had finished getting ready, they moved into the kitchen. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread. Lucius quickly prepared a light breakfast, while Catherine poured coffee into two cups. Their familiar gestures, from him stirring the coffee for her to her arranging the food on the table, showed that d
