Dominic’s POV
The dining room glowed with a soft, golden warmth. Candles flickered in crystal holders, casting dancing shadows across the table set with polished silver and white porcelain.
The scent of fresh lilies mingled with the aroma of the meal our chef had spent the afternoon preparing. It was intimate, elegant, and personal. Ethan’s favorite.
I had hosted hundreds of dinners in this penthouse over the years, but this one was different. This wasn’t about business deals or negotiations, or the silent power plays that used to define my life.
Tonight was about us celebrating our return home after months away, surrounded only by the handful of people who truly mattered.
And most importantly, it was about Ethan.
I adjusted my cufflinks and glanced toward the hallway, listening fo
