NARINE'S POV
The morning sunlight spilled like warm gold across the polished floors, touching the walls of the bedroom with gentle, buttery hues. I sat at the edge of the bed, my bare feet barely brushing the cool marble. The scent of fresh lavender and aged oak lingered in the air, faint, earthy, and crisp. I stretched my limbs and let out a soft yawn, arching my back as the last tendrils of sleep melted off my skin.
My eyes wandered to the sofa across the room. It was empty now. A soft throw blanket, neatly folded, sat on the armrest like he hadn’t even used it.
He never made noise when he left in the mornings or woke me on purpose.
But today I knew the moment he left.
How could I not know?
Every shift of his body on that sofa, every time the leather creaked beneath his weight, eve
