The quiet hum of the penthouse was broken only by the distant sounds of traffic below. Adriana stood at the window, her hands pressed against the cool glass as she gazed at the city lights, lost in thought. It had been hours since Marco had left the penthouse, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing. That everything she had once known—everything she had believed—was slipping through her fingers like sand.
She had once been certain of her path, certain of who she was and what she wanted. But now, every decision she made seemed to lead her deeper into a labyrinth with no way out.
The door to the penthouse clicked open, and Marco stepped inside. His expression was unreadable, his jaw tight. He walked across the room with purpose, but when he saw her standing by the w
