The soft glow of the fireplace flickered across the living room, its light dancing on the walls alongside the steady shimmer of candles. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla hung in the air, warm and comforting, wrapping the space in an almost tangible intimacy.

Sebastian strolled in with quiet confidence, his long strides purposeful but unhurried. He made his way to the couch and dropped onto it with a relaxed kind of grace, leaning back as his hand brushed over the cushion beside him.

“Darling,” he said, his voice low and warm as he turned his head, silver eyes softening. His gaze lingered on the empty space next to him, his lips quirking in a barely-there smile. “You’ve never looked so beautiful. My lo—”

The sound of footsteps interrupted him, his expression flickering for a split second—his jaw tightening, a faint crease forming between his brows—as the servant entered the room. They approached quietly, setting a glass of wine on the table and pouring with practiced care.

Sebastian’s irritation was subtle but unmistakable. His fingers tapped once against the armrest, and his gaze sharpened. “Excuse me,” he said, his tone polite but clipped. “You forgot a glass for my wife.”

The servant hesitated, their eyes darting to the empty spot on the couch. After a beat, they poured a second glass and placed it down, avoiding his steady gaze before quickly making their exit.

Sebastian let out a soft exhale, his shoulders relaxing as he turned back to the cushion beside him. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned closer, brushing a hand lightly against the fabric. “I swear, these servants act like you’re not even here,” he said, his tone lighter now, almost teasing.