**Mira's POV — Later That Night**
Dinner was perfect—pasta that didn't burn, wine, comfortable silence.
After, they curled up on his couch watching some mindless movie. Valeblack's hand traced idle patterns on her shoulder.
"Move in with me," he said quietly.
Mira's breath caught. "What?"
"After the divorce is final. Move in. You and Brielle. Make this official."
"Valeblack—"
"I know it's fast. I know it's complicated. But Mira, I want a life with you. A real one. Not stolen moments. Not sneaking around." He turned her face to his. "I want to wake up with you every morning. I want Brielle to have her own room here. I want us to be a family."
"That's huge."
"I know. And I'm not pressuring you. Just... think about it. Please."
She kissed him softly. "I'll thin
