The golden rays of the late afternoon sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse living room, casting a comforting glow across the hardwood floors. Over the past few weeks, the penthouse had transformed from a spacious, quiet sanctuary into a true shared home. Every single corner of the space now reflected the subtle marks of their life together. Azaria and Theon had gradually developed a series of sweet little habits that they enjoyed together. In the mornings, despite the endless chaos of their schedules, they always made it a strict point to share breakfast together at the kitchen island, even if it was just a quick twenty minutes over steaming cups of tea and coffee. They teased each other relentlessly over small decisions, like Azaria constantly rearranging the decorative pillows on the couch to make it cozier, or Theon trying to convince her that they needed an unnecessarily bigger television for the living room.
