（Olivia’s POV）
I leaned back on the velvet chair in my room, the soft glow of a candle illuminating the pages of *The Art of War*. The words on strategy and deception blurred together as my focus wavered. I wasn't really reading. It was just an attempt to silence the storm of emotions in my chest.
A soft knock shattered the quiet. I didn't respond immediately, hoping whoever it was would think I was asleep. But the knocking persisted, followed by the unmistakable scent of Dominic.
"Olivia?" His voice was hesitant, uncertain.
With a sigh, I closed the book and stood. "Come in."
The door opened, revealing Dominic holding a small plate with a slice of what looked like cheesecake. My favorite. He walked in cautiously, the plate in his hands almost like a peace offering.
"You're still awa
