Morning light spilled gently across the suite, casting long golden ribbons through the sheer curtains. The city was quiet below, still half-asleep. Megan stirred first, tangled in the linen sheets, Kalyna’s arm draped loosely across her waist. The scent of coffee—fresh and rich—filled the air. Mark stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, already dressed, a cup in his hand. His tie hung loose around his neck, and his gaze l...