C33 The Scarred Past

Dawn's pale light filtered through the heavy drapes, casting long shadows across the opulent bedroom. Dante pushed open the door, a scowl etched on his face. He expected to find Nadia gone, vanished like a wisp of smoke.

Instead, she lay sprawled on the black leather sofa, a stark contrast to the dark velvet bed. Peace, albeit a fragile one, etched itself on her features