Victoria.
I stepped into Christian’s penthouse, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The city stretched out before me, a sea of glittering lights framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that made me feel like I was standing on the edge of the world. Everything outside felt distant, insignificant, as if this space was floating above reality, untouched by the chaos below.
My gaze traveled across the room, drawn to the sheer elegance of it all. The dark gray sofas looked impossibly soft, like they could swallow me whole if I let them. A sleek black coffee table sat in front of them, its surface so reflective it could have been made of glassy obsidian, dotted with understated decorations—candles, crystal glasses, a few carefully placed books. Nothing felt accidental. Everything had a purpos
