Sunlight, warm and generous, streamed into Kaelan’s bedroom, a stark contrast to the usual cool, filtered grey. Elara woke slowly, cocooned in a profound sense of warmth and well-being. The scent of him was on the pillows, on her skin. The memory of the previous night—the triumph, the tenderness—was a tangible thing, sweet and heavy in the air.She was alone in the bed, but the space beside her was still warm. She stretched, her body humming with a pleasant, deep-seated ache. There were no immediate sounds of industry, no low murmur of a conference call from his office. The penthouse was silent, but it was a peaceful silence, not the cold, empty void it had been before.She found him in the kitchen. Not on his phone, not barking orders, but standing at the counter, focused intently on the espresso machine. He was dressed in dark, casual trousers and a simple grey henley, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. It was such a shocki
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