The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Fiore’s room as she finished getting ready. She’d just tied her hair back when, as if on cue, a knock sounded at her door.
“Are you ready, my Luna?” Lance’s voice came through, calm and steady, yet somehow carrying that familiar hint of playfulness she was beginning to recognize.
Fiore paused, taking a moment to steel herself before answering. “Yes, I’m ready.”
Opening the door, she was met with Lance’s warm smile. He was dressed casually but with an effortless sense of style that only seemed to accentuate his natural confidence. Fiore’s eyes briefly met his before she looked away.
“Shall we?” he asked, stepping aside to allow her to walk out first.
They made their way through the mansion, the corridors echoin
