Later that night, Cassian finally returned.
The meeting had dragged on far longer than he'd expected—hours of polished smiles, relentless negotiations, voices overlapping until they blurred into numbers, clauses, and signatures that refused to end. By the time he stepped inside Draymond Tower, the weight of the day settled heavily on his shoulders, exhaustion sinking deep into his bones.
The apartment was quiet, dimly lit, the kind of silence that felt lived-in rather than empty.
He hung his coat by the door, loosening his tie as he moved further inside, his eyes instinctively scanning the space even before his mind caught up.
"Where are you, my love?" he called out, his voice low, roughened by fatigue.
"Hey," Mira replied softly from the living room.
He turned—and smiled instantly.
There she was.
