LUCIANO'S POV
Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I sat up quietly, careful not to disturb her as she lay beside me, peaceful and unguarded in her sleep. Her dark brown hair spread across the pillow like a halo, framing her face in soft, loose curls. She looked delicate, almost fragile in this moment, as though the fire she carried within her had dulled to a gentle ember.
My fingers brushed against her cheek, and I marveled at the contrast between this quiet, sleeping beauty and the fierce, defiant woman I'd tangled with last night. She was something rare, a paradox of strength and vulnerability, boldness and gentleness. It stirred something in me, something I hadn't felt for a long time, a strange possessive tenderness that both intrigued a
