Aria was walking and seeing around the room, her heartbeat still unsteady from everything he had just said.
But then she noticed it. Something… different. Her eyes slowly moved around the space again, this time more carefully.
The room wasn't the same.Not completely. The colors felt softer.
The sharp, masculine edges she remembered were still there but now they were balanced with something warmer… something gentler.
Her steps slowed as she moved further inside.There near the window a corner had been set up. A small reading space.Her breath caught.
Books.Not just any books.Her kind of books.
The exact genres she loved… the ones she had casually mentioned once, thinking he wasn't even paying attention.
Yet here they were carefully arranged. Her fingers brushed lightly over the spines, almost as if she needed to confirm they were real.
"You…" she started, but her voice faltered.Rafael didn't answer immediately.He was watching her.
