|Serena's POV|
The hum of the city outside the office has long faded into the kind of silence that only exists when two people have nothing to hide from each other anymore—not for tonight, at least.
The room is dim, the faint glow from the frosted glass casting shadows across the sleek lines of Gryphon's hidden bedroom—an indulgent little secret nestled behind the bookshelf wall of his office, used only when nights run too long or when his demons get too loud.
I'm wrapped in his shirt, the sleeves hanging past my hands, the hem brushing my bare thighs. The scent of him clings to the fabric—amber, smoke, and something darker, something that always makes my pulse thrum low in my belly. My cheek rests against his chest, where the rise and fall of his breath is steady now, calm in a way tha
