Isabelle’s POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft gold patterns over the sheets tangled around my legs. I blinked against the brightness, the weight of sleep clinging to my limbs as I shifted onto my side.
Nathan was already awake.
I watched him quietly for a moment—he sat on the edge of the bed, bare from the waist up, running a hand through his dark hair. The faint scar along his left shoulder caught the light, a silvered reminder of battles I still didn’t know the full stories behind.
When he turned and caught me staring, a slow, crooked grin curved his mouth. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
I smiled, voice still husky from sleep. “What time is it?”
“Just after six.” He stood and stretched, the movement making the muscles in his back ripple. “I didn
