The city glows in a thousand shades of red and gold tonight. Lovers walk hand in hand beneath the twinkling lights, exchanging whispered promises and fleeting kisses. Valentine's Day has never meant much to me—just another spectacle, another excuse for indulgence. But tonight, I can't ignore the flutter in my chest, the anticipation thrumming beneath my skin.

I glance at my reflection in the dimly lit vanity mirror. The dress is perfect, sleek and dark, hugging my figure just enough to feel confident, yet not ostentatious. My makeup is subtle, but my lips are painted a deep shade of red. A statement. A whisper of longing.

My phone vibrates on the table.

"I'm waiting downstairs."

No name. No signature. Just those three words, yet I know exactly who sent them.

I take a deep breath, smoothing a hand over my dress before grabbing my coat. The hotel lobby is buzzing with energy, but my eyes only search for one figure. And then, I see him.

Capitano stands near the entrance, dressed in a tailored black suit that fits him far too well. His presence commands the room without effort, yet his gaze softens when it lands on me. No cameras, no flashing lights, just us in this fleeting moment before the world catches up.

He doesn’t say a word as I reach him, only offers his hand. I take it without hesitation.

Tonight, the world doesn’t exist. Just him. Just me.