Morning light poured through tall windows. Soft. Warm. Golden.
Landon's penthouse. City skyline glowing faintly in the distance.
Stillness. For once. No chaos. No threats. Just this moment.
Sienna stood near the window. Barefoot. Hair loose. Wearing his white shirt. Too big on her. Falling off one shoulder.
She painted. Lost in it. Completely. Strokes gentle. Thoughtful. Her face calm.
Landon leaned against the counter. Just watching. Not saying anything. Minutes passing. He couldn't look away.
Mesmerized. By her calm. Her beauty. The peace she brought into his space.
His thoughts wandered. "I built my life around control. Then she walked in. Suddenly I wanted to let go."
But another thought followed. Darker. How long could he keep her safe from the world he built
