The drive through the illuminated streets of Paris was a blur of golden light and low-speed elegance. Inside the car, the air was charged with a new kind of energy—no longer the frantic stress of the morning, but a polished, high-stakes hum. Killian sat close to her, his hand resting firmly on her thigh, a silent reminder that despite the diamonds and the silk, she was still anchored to him.
As they pulled up to the grand entrance of the theater, the flash of cameras and the murmur of the elite greeted them. Killian stepped out and reached back for her, his presence instantly commanding the space. But as they entered the opulent foyer, Raya felt him stiffen beside her.
His gait didn't falter, but his jaw set in that hard, billionaire line she had come to recognize.
"Killian? Is that you
