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The master bedroom doesn’t feel the same with her in it.
It feels like ours.
Like it was always meant to be.
She folds a sweater and tucks it into the drawer beside mine, no hesitation, no awkwardness, just quiet possession. As if this space was always waiting for her to come back into my life.
Because it was.
It only took an hour to move her things in.
An hour, and everything changed.
Her toiletries sit lined beside mine on the bathroom counter. Her rose gold razor, her skincare bottles, her lipstick. My toothbrush leans against hers like they’ve been sharing space for years. On the bedroom dresser, her perfume rests beside my cologne. The scent of her clings to the air, seeps into the cotton of my shirts, and coils inside me like something permanent.
She’s here.
Really here.
Finally mine.
I watch as she smooths the edges of a folded top, closes the drawer with a quiet click, and moves to the next task with her usual grace. There’s something hypnotic about the way she moves—efficient, grounded, confident. Like she knows exactly who she is and doesn’t need to perform it.
It makes my chest ache.
It makes me want to kneel.
She turns, catching me watching her.
“What?” she asks, one brow lifted, lips twitching.
“Nothing.” It comes out too fast.
She smirks.
And fuck, that smirk. It sends a jolt through my chest and straight to my cock.
It’s cocky, knowing, soft, and all I want is to undress her and christen this bed. Make it ours in every way.
But she breaks the spell first.
“I’m gonna grab my things from the shrine in your office,” she says casually teasing, already heading toward the door.
I chuckle, propping myself against the dresser. “You can. I don’t need the shrine anymore.”
She pauses, tilting her head with a suspicious smile.
“Because I have you,” I add simply.
She rolls her eyes, biting back a grin as she walks out.
The second she’s gone, I reach for my phone. Scroll to Maksim’s name.
He picks up on the third ring, voice sharp. “What.”
“I’m telling him,” I say. “Santo. About everything. The Armenians, the fire. All of it.”
