The gentle warmth of sunlight streamed through the nearby glass window, casting a comforting glow that delicately caressed her toes nestled beneath the thin veil of black silk sheets. With a flutter of her long, dark lashes, her hazel eyes slowly opened to greet the day. Emerald gracefully sat up on the bed, turning to find the space beside her vacant.
Oliver had already departed, likely summoned by an early morning business meeting, opting not to disturb her slumber. His erratic schedule was a familiar occurrence, a byproduct of his enigmatic profession that often demanded his presence at odd hours. She had grown accustomed to his comings and goings, although the specifics of his work remained shrouded in mystery, revolving around businessmen and their immaculate suits.
Emerald and Oliv
