The morning light slipped quietly through the tall windows of the mansion office, soft and golden, yet the silence between them felt anything but gentle. Caro stood by the desk, organizing documents with careful precision, aware of Peter's presence just a few steps away. "You're here early," she said softly, not looking up immediately, her voice controlled but carrying a trace of something unspoken beneath it. "I thought you had a late night."
Peter did not answer right away, and when she finally glanced at him, she found him already watching her. "I did," he replied calmly, his tone measured, but his gaze lingering longer than necessary. "But sleep is not particularly useful when your mind refuses to cooperate." He stepped closer, reaching for a file at the same moment she did, and their fingers brushed lightly against each other. "And yours?" he added quietly. "Did you manage to rest?"
