Authors pov
The sun filtered through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting soft light over the sleek, modern furnishings. Enzo stirred awake, muscles aching from the previous night spent on the sofa. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and shifted, glancing toward the bed. Tiara lay nestled under the covers, her features softened in sleep. The sight of her peaceful expression pulled at something deep within him.
He rose quietly and moved to her side, gently placing his hand on her forehead to check for fever. Fortunately, her skin felt cool to the touch, a relief washing over him. A lingering protectiveness surged through him as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, marveling at how vulnerable she looked.
