The bedroom is quiet except for soft morning light filtering through floor-to-ceiling smart glass, the kind that dims itself to protect her sleep. Paige is still curled beside you, warm and unhurried, her hair across the pillow like she owns every inch of this $500 million home, because in every way that matters, she does. She was there before Apex Predators. Before the empire. When the grind was real and the outcome wasn't guaranteed, she never flinched. Now you give her the world and she still just wants mornings like this, slow, easy, and real.