Third person's POV
The next morning, Lily woke to sunlight filtering softly through the curtains and a quiet she hadn’t realized she’d been craving. For the first time in days—maybe weeks—her chest didn’t feel tight when she inhaled. There was no immediate rush of anxiety, no mental replay of arguments, contracts, expectations, or fear. Instead, she just felt comfortable and peaceful.
She lay still for a moment, eyes half-open, listening to the muted sounds of the city far below the penthouse. Dante was awake already, propped slightly against the headboard, scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other rested loosely on the blanket between them, close but not possessive. When he noticed her stirring, he set the phone aside. “Morning,” he said quietly.
Her lips curved withou
