Chapter 93 Prelude To The Ride

• MARISOL
• The building had fallen silent, a calm stillness settling where the day's energy once pulsed. I sat alone in the writing room, surrounded by fragments of my creativity: scattered sheet music, a guitar resting in its stand, my laptop open on the desk. My fingers drifted over the piano keys, the soft notes washing through me, unwinding the knots a long day had left behind.
• Footsteps echoed down the hallway before Dante appeared in the doorway. He paused, watching me. I didn’t need to look to feel the weight of his gaze, steady and warm, like he was memorizing the moment.