Kelvin’s POV
Today was supposed to be perfect.
Our day.
The kind of day you could bottle, sunlight golden and warm, pouring through my bedroom windows like it had personally RSVP’d for this moment. Even the breeze outside felt… intentional. Gentle. Like the world had finally stopped spinning just long enough for me to breathe.
I stood in front of the mirror, tugging at my collar for the tenth time. Shirt tucked, jacket tossed on the bed. Hair? A disaster.
Screw the hair.
I wasn’t the guy who worried about first impressions. But with Diana? I couldn’t help it. There was something about her, something that made the wolf in me go still, and the man in me wanted more.
My reflection blinked back at me, nervous, fidgety, and grinning like a fool.
I had rehearsed what I wanted to say all
