Isabella walked inside, her steps small and careful as she looked around. The apartment was quiet—almost too quiet—not a sound except the faint sound of the air conditioner. She could smell something faintly clean, like pine and new paper.
Leo followed her in and closed the door behind them, the click echoing through the stillness. He slipped his hand into his pocket and walked past her toward the living room, switching on a few lights. Warm light spread across the space—simple, modern, not crowded with decorations, yet everything looked neat and expensive.
"Wow…" Bella murmured softly, her gaze drifting toward the large windows that stretched across the wall. "It's beautiful."
Leo nodded slightly, walking to the counter to drop his car keys. "It's peaceful. I come here when I need quiet."
"You live here sometimes?" she asked, walking toward the window to look down at the city. The streets looked so far away.
