The first rays of sunlight spilled softly into the penthouse bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow across the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city below stirred slowly, the hum of traffic and distant sirens a muted reminder of a world that continued regardless of human struggle. But within the sanctuary of their home, the chaos of the past weeks felt impossibly distant.
Elena stirred beneath the sheets, the scent of morning coffee and faint lavender from the diffuser curling around her senses. For the first time in weeks, she felt a rare stillness—no deadlines, no boardroom confrontations, no legal threats, no corporate manipulations. Just the soft, rhythmic breathing of the man beside her, and the gentle heartbeat of a home reclaimed by love.
