Christian
The night air was sharp, crisp with the lingering bite of winter. The open terrace of our suite was quiet, the city stretched out below in a sea of golden lights.
And there she was.
Isabella sat curled up on the cushioned outdoor sofa, her arms wrapped around her legs, chin resting on her knees. The soft glow from the lanterns lining the terrace cast gentle shadows over her face, making her look… softer.
Vulnerable.
She didn’t notice me at first. Or maybe she did and was just pretending not to.
I sighed, shaking my head.
She was impossible.
I stepped onto the terrace, the tray in my hands holding two mugs of hot chocolate. A blanket was draped over my arm.
“It’s freezing out here,” I muttered, setting the tray down on the small table beside her. “Are you trying to turn i
