Ethan's POV
As soon as we stepped into the penthouse, the familiar comfort of my luxurious abode wrapped around us. Stella's eyes scanned the space, her lips curling into a contented smile. It was one of those moments where everything felt right, where we could just be ourselves without any pretenses or distractions.
"Want some wine?" I asked, heading towards the sleek kitchen area.
She raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Do you even have to ask?"
"Red it is," I said with a grin, reaching for the bottle of Merlot I'd picked up earlier that week. It had been a rough day, and a good glass of wine sounded perfect for unwinding.
Stella made her way to the balcony, her steps light and graceful. I couldn't help but watch her move, her silhouette framed by the city lights beyo
