(Gabrielle’s POV)
I woke up to the feeling of warm arms wrapped around me and the steady rise and fall of Matthew’s chest beneath my cheek.
For a moment, I just lay there, soaking in the quiet, peaceful moment. The past few days had been an emotional whirlwind, but now, everything felt perfect.
My fingers absently traced the band of the ring on my finger. Engaged.
The word still felt surreal.
A few months ago, I never would have imagined this—being wrapped in the arms of a century-old vampire who, despite his arrogance and stubbornness, had somehow managed to steal my heart entirely.
And now? He was mine.
I smiled to myself, tilting my head up to look at him.
Matthew was still asleep, his usually sharp features softened by sleep. His dark lashes cast faint shadows over his cheekbon
