The city was too quiet that night. It was the kind of stillness that made the air feel heavy, the kind that whispered warnings before the storm. Aria stood by the window of Luca's office, the glittering skyline reflecting in her eyes. Her hand absentmindedly rested on the faint curve of her belly, the secret she still hadn't found the courage to share. Every time she looked at him, every time she saw the exhaustion beneath his stoic façade, she told herself she'd wait just one more day. One more peaceful day before the next fight began.
But peace, as she had learned, never stayed long in their world.
Behind her, Luca's voice cut through the silence. "You're restless again."
She turned to find him leaning against his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up. His steel-gray eyes studied her, sharp but soft around the edges. The Don was still there, the man feared by nations, but now there was something else too, something vulnerable that only she had managed to uncover.
