A few sparrows were humming near the windowsill. Little Ivy, the Moon Fox, was napping lazily on the reclining chair, her fluffy tail twitching now and then in rhythm with her dreams. A soothing romantic melody drifted from the speaker, wrapping the room in a gentle warmth.
Sitting opposite Luis at the dining table was his beautiful fiancée. Alicia's clear blue eyes shimmered with unmistakable expectation. This was her first time cooking for the man she loved, and she was watching him as if the fate of her entire world rested on his reaction alone.
The scene should have been straight out of his dreams. Peaceful. Intimate. Warm.
It should have been perfect.
And yet, Luis was in a perilous situation.
