The penthouse felt different tonight—warmer, more intimate, as if the space itself was finally settling into its new life. As Raya disappeared toward the kitchen, Killian took a slow walk through the living area. He noticed the small touches she’d added: a specific candle on the mantle, the way the cushions were arranged, and the sheer vibrancy that now filled the rooms he’d once kept so sterile.
He felt a strange, grounding sense of peace. For years, this had just been "the property," but seeing her life bleeding into the corners made it feel like a sanctuary.
A moment later, the lights lowered to a soft, amber glow, and the smooth, smoky notes of a saxophone began to drift through the air. The sultry jazz seemed to wrap around the room like a velvet ribbon. Raya emerged, the emerald si
