Brandon's POV
The city stretched endlessly beneath me, glowing like it had secrets of its own.
From up here, London didn't feel real. It looked… curated. Like someone had carefully placed every light, every moving car, every flicker of life just to create a perfect picture. The skyline shimmered under the night sky, glass buildings reflecting gold and silver, the Thames cutting through like a dark ribbon.
It should have felt magical. It did feel magical.
But I couldn't feel it. Not fully. I couldn't enjoy it.
Because she wasn't here.
I exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the rooftop as the wind brushed against my face. The air was cooler up here, carrying the faint hum of the city below and the louder buzz of the event behind me. Whoever suggested to use the rooftop must be a genius.
The promotional campaign was in full swing.
