Daniel’s POV
Elena’s laughter filled the room as we lay tangled together on the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting golden light on her flawless skin. She was leaning against my chest, tracing lazy circles on my arm with her fingers. Everything about her—her laugh, her touch, her presence—felt like a perfect antidote to the chaos outside.
“You’re unusually quiet tonight,” she said, tilting her head to look at me.
I smiled, brushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“About how lucky I am to have you,” I said smoothly, and her face lit up in that way that always caught me off guard.
“Good answer,” she teased, but her playful expression quickly shifted to something more thoughtful. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Go
