Selene's POV
The knock barely registered before the door creaked open, slow and deliberate, like the world knew I didn’t need another surprise, but was offering me one anyway.
And then there he was. Emiliano Vieri.
He stood framed in the doorway like some living contradiction charming and out of place, yet somehow blending perfectly into the chaos that was my life lately. His dark hair was tousled, his gray coat casually thrown over a crisp shirt, collar slightly upturned from the breeze. But it was his eyes steel and unflinching that held me in place.
My lips parted slightly. “What—! How... how did you know where I live?”
He didn’t look guilty. If anything, he looked amused.
“I didn’t,” he said with a low chuckle, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “I live in the estat
