After they finished dressing, Adrian and Raya went down to the dining area together, hand in hand.
For once, there was no tension crackling between them.
No sharp arguments.
No heavy silences filled with unspoken questions and hidden fears.
Just… peace.
A quiet, fragile kind of peace that felt almost too good to be true.
They ate together slowly, comfortably, as though they had shared breakfast like this a hundred times before. The morning light filtered softly through the tall windows, casting a warm golden glow over the long dining table. Their fingers kept brushing accidentally at first, then deliberately. Eventually, neither of them bothered letting go anymore. Their hands stayed intertwined on the tablecloth, thumbs tracing lazy patterns against each other's skin.
Laughter came easily between them.
Soft.
Natural.
Almost domestic.
