Whispers in the Sunlight.
The hallway lay before her like a gentle dream, bathed in the soft light of early morning. Stained glass windows, towering and somber, cast streaks of rose, amber, and violet over marble floors. All seemed caressed by something holy.
Leon walked beside Aria; their hands entwined in peaceful closeness. No words were exchanged, but none were necessary. Their pace was slow, unhurried, every step vibrating a personal rhythm—the peace after a storm, the start of something unspoken yet profound.
"Aria's hand curled a bit tighter around his. The silence wasn't empty—it felt like it was bearing something unspoken, hanging lightly between them."
When they reached the study, Leon released her hand only to push the heavy oak door open. It gave a familiar creak, a sound she'd heard countless times—but today, it felt different. Everything did.
