The hospital corridor smelled of bleach and stale coffee, a sterile combination that churned in Sienna’s empty stomach. She leaned heavily against the cold plaster wall, breathless, her chest heaving as she waited for the night nurse to turn the corner.

Her hands throbbed with a relentless, blindi

The interior of Roman’s car smelled of faint woodsmoke, roasted garlic, and expensive leather. It was a stark contrast to the sterile hospital and the suffocating perfume of Declan’s penthouse.

Sienna sat rigidly in the passenger seat, her soaked scrubs clinging to her shivering frame. She stared

The tablet screen illuminated the faces of Roman’s three sous-chefs, casting a pale, flickering light across the stainless steel prep counter. Sienna stood behind them, a towel draped over her shoulder, her bandaged hands tucked safely into the pockets of her oversized black chef’s coat.

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