Serena's POV — The City
Marcus had a way of making things feel inevitable.
It was his particular gift — not a dramatic one, not something you could point to in a single moment and name. It was quieter than that. It was the ability to occupy space in your life so naturally, so gradually, that one day you simply looked up and realised he was in all of it, woven through the ordinary hours like something that had always been there, and you couldn't quite remember the moment it had happened or the point at which you had agreed to it.
He brought coffee on Tuesday mornings. He called on Wednesday nights — not late, not intrusive, just at the hour when the evening had gone quiet and the silence of the flat started to have texture. He showed up on Saturdays with groceries, letting himself in wit
