Author's pov
Located in the northeastern United States, near the Atlantic coast of New York City.
On the spacious balcony of a villa overlooking the East Coast, a handsome yet coldly distant man slumped in a wicker chair, rubbing his temples with his fingers.
His jaw was clenched tight, the muscles in his neck visibly tense. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, making his usual sharp features look hollow and worn.
He felt completely drained. It wasn't because he'd been working too hard. His schedule was pretty light lately.
The exhaustion came from somewhere deeper inside him. It was the kind of tired that sleep couldn't fix. The kind that settled into your bones and stayed there.
Today marked three years since the fire killed Aria.
He rebuilt this place a year later. Not
