The world didn't pause when two enemies fell back into each other's arms.
New York moved like it always did frantic, brutal, stunning. Skyscrapers shimmered like steel promises. Traffic screamed beneath the sky trying to remember what blue felt like. But in a small townhouse in Brooklyn, nestled between a bakery and a forgotten bookstore, time slowed.
Cambria Vale stood barefoot in Maddox Raye's kitchen, watching steam curl from her tea, unsure if it meant comfort or consequence. She wasn't used to being quiet. Not after years of plotting in glass towers, her revenge sharpened between boardroom betrayals and secret signatures.
But this
This silence felt terrifying.
Because she had no more moves left.
No war to fight.
Just the man she once loved. Still loved. Might always love.
