Author's POV
Tiara's footsteps were light as she moved toward the lift, her mind elsewhere. She thought she was heading toward the front door, her usual path when lost in thought. A rare sense of peace had settled over her, a fleeting moment of inward happiness she hadn't felt in a while. It was fragile, like the calm before a storm. Her body was relaxed, almost too relaxed for someone living in constant tension around Enzo.That feeling didn't last.
Without warning, strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her against a warm, hard chest. She let out a soft gasp, completely caught off guard. Enzo. He'd crossed the distance between them in just two strides, closing the space that Tiara had naively thought was safe.
