(Elena’s POV)The night feels too quiet for a city that never sleeps.From the balcony of Alexander’s penthouse, the skyline stretches out like a kingdom of glass and light, every building a silent witness to the war we’ve survived to get here. The wind brushes my bare arms, cool and grounding, as if reminding me that this life this second life is real.Ten years ago, I died believing I had lost everything.Tonight, I stand here knowing I almost lost him.Alexander steps behind me without a sound, his presence so familiar it settles into my bones. He doesn’t touch me at first. He never rushes me when he knows my thoughts are heavy. Instead, he waits—solid, patient, unshakeable.“I thought you’d be inside,” he says softly.“I needed air,” I reply. “And… perspective.”He hums, a low sound in his chest. “Dangerous thing, perspective. It makes people brave.”I turn to face him. The city lights reflect in his eyes, sharp and storm-dark, but there’s something else there tonight something un
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