A WEEK LATER…
It had been one of the most beautiful weeks of their lives.
The kind of beauty that didn't need grand gestures or dramatic moments, just stolen glances, shared laughter, and quiet intimacy that settled deep into the bones.
Azrael had barely let Athena out of his sight. Their morning started with soft kisses and lazy smiles, afternoons with teasing arguments and shared meals, evenings with slow dances in the living room and whispered confessions under dim lights.
Athena learned the smallest things about him, the way he relaxed when she played with his hair, how his voice softened when he said her name, how he pretended not to notice when she caught him staring.
And Azrael learned her laughter by heart, learned how she hummed when she was happy, how her presence alone calmed the storm inside him.
And now, they were curled up together on the couch, tangled in the softness of the evening.
