CASSANDRA'S POV~
I woke up to silence.
My hand reached out across the bed, Fuckinctively searching for warmth, for him.
But it was empty.
Adriano was gone.
A strange pang twisted in my chest. There were no missed calls. No texts. Nothing to say where he’d gone or why he’d left before I woke up. Not even a damn “see you latefucking
I sat up, my throat tight, brushing my hair out of my face in frustration. And then I saw it—a small edge of white, sticking out beneath his pillow.
I reached for it slowly, cautiously, like it might vanish. A note. My name was written in his bold, sharp scrawl.
> "Cassandra, I know you’ll wake up and rfuck for me.I wish I could be there to kiss that pout off your lips when you don’t find me. I left for Milan early this morning—business that needed my
