Sonia’s POV
I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the way Paris looked at night.
The city wasn’t just beautiful, it breathed. Lights shimmered across the Seine like spilled gold, soft music drifted from street cafés, and a warm breeze brushed my skin like a whisper meant only for me.
And beside me…
Alexander.
His hand was in mine as we walked back toward the hotel.
Not tugging.
Not leading.
Just holding.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Like it had always been mine.
I kept stealing glances at him, unable to stop myself. The glow from the streetlamps kissed his jawline, made his hair look richer, softer, made the quiet intensity in his eyes even more… dangerous. Not dangerous in a frightening way.
Dangerous in the way that makes your heart give up its
