Lumi POV
I woke up slowly, the penthouse quiet except for the faint sound of the city below and the soft rustle of Briggs moving around the room. The sheets still held his warmth, and my skin carried the faint ache of his touch from the night before, a reminder of how he’d pulled me close and made the world outside feel smaller.
For a moment I let myself linger there, eyes half-closed, pretending the calls and the messages hadn’t started again. But they had, Wren never stayed quiet for long.
Briggs sat in the armchair by the window, already dressed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. The morning light hit the open collar of his shirt and the sharp line of his jaw.
He looked like he’d been awake for a while, probably watching the screen for the next thing to hit u
