**GRACIE**
Four months into marriage, and I was still getting used to waking up as Mrs. Gracie Leon.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of our bedroom, not the guest room I'd once stayed in, but the master suite that was now truly ours. Gabriel's arm was draped possessively across my waist, his breath warm against my neck.
I'd learned his rhythms. How he always woke before me but stayed in bed, watching me sleep. How he needed his coffee black and strong before he could be fully human. How he'd check his phone exactly three times before breakfast- messages, security reports, business updates.
But I'd also learned the softer things. How he hummed in the shower when he thought I couldn't hear. How he always made sure my favorite creamer was stocked. How he'd started leaving li
