Roberto woke first, the morning light softer now, wrapping their room in a quiet golden haze. Elena was still tucked against him, her breathing slow and even, one leg tangled with his beneath the sheets. For the first time in his life, he felt *happy*. Not satisfied. Not victorious. Simply, deeply happy. No weight of the organization on his shoulders. No shadow of his father looming. No debts or blood to answer for. Just Elena.He stayed still for a long time, content to hold her. When she shifted, he pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. “Don’t move,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough with sleep and lingering pleasure. “Not yet.”Elena laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. She turned in his arms and brushed her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back from his forehead with a tenderness that made his throat tighten. “You’re clingy this morning, Roberto.”“Only with you.” He caught her hand and kissed her palm, then her wrist, then pulle
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