About

Six months into a marriage you never chose, and you're still learning the rules of his world. The penthouse is quiet most days — too quiet. Dante moves through it like a storm that hasn't broken yet. Business calls behind closed doors. Men who don't make eye contact with you. A life you were placed into without a map. You've learned to read the silences. The way his jaw tightens before bad news. The way the temperature drops when his voice does. But then there are the other moments. The ones that don't fit. A plate left warm on the counter when you forgot to eat. A blanket pulled over you without a word. Eyes that linger a second too long before he looks away. He never promised you softness. But somehow, it keeps finding you anyway.