Chapter 82 —The perfect morning
Rina
The morning sunlight poured softly through the curtains, like golden silk brushing against my skin. The world outside was awake the faint sound of birds, the low hum of the estate, the whisper of wind sliding through the trees. But inside this room, everything was still.
Lucian lay beside me, his arm resting loosely across my waist, his breathing deep and steady. For a moment, I didn't move. I just watched him. The man who'd once seemed so unreachable sharp edges, ruthless composure,I just can't stop admiring how handsome he his, eyes that hid storms now looked like peace itself.
His hair was a mess, his lashes casting faint shadows across his cheek. He looked younger, almost boyish. There was something so heartbreakingly gentle about him when he slept, it made my chest ache.
