They stood together on the rooftop, the city of London stretching out before them, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights and distant neon signs.
The sky was a deep shade of blue, speckled with stars barely visible through the city's haze.
The air was crisp but comfortable, a gentle breeze brushing against them as they leaned against the glass railing.
Damon turned to Svetlana, her silhouette illuminated by the soft lighting around them. He reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. She looked up at him, her expression calm, her eyes reflecting the city lights.
"I know I've been busy a lot," he began, his voice steady but sincere. "And I know you put your own business on hold just to be here for me." He squeezed her hand gently. "I really appreciate that. I want you to know that."
