KYL's POV
The morning air was unusually quiet. i didn't hear the rustle of guards' boots along the marble corridor, i did not hear the metallic clicks from the heavy locks and voices from the intercom. Just silence, sharp, eerie, almost holy in its stillness. I stood outside my bedroom, barefooted and shirtless staring at the wide hallway flooded with sunlight. The villa had never looked so open. So...unclaimed.
My fingers trembled as I slid them along the banister, heading downstairs. For once, I didn’t have to check the cameras or signal the guards. I had told them to leave, every one of them. I wanted her to feel what she has always wished for, her freedom. The power of choice. I wanted to see if what we had was real or just an illusion for both of us.
I found her in the kitchen
