C87 Chapter 87

Melia’s pov

The warm rays of the Dubai sun filtered through the curtains of our suite, casting a golden glow over the room. I stretched lazily, savoring the peaceful hum of the morning. Beside me, Bastian lay with one arm draped across my waist, his breathing steady and calm. For a moment, I let myself drink in the sight of him—so unguarded and serene