Chapter 59

• DARIUS :-)
• The private jet touched down smoothly, signaling the end of our week-long birthday vacation in Greece. While I had loved every moment of spoiling Cyrus, I knew he was eager to get back home—to me, to our life, and, most importantly, to his shelter.
• After a good night’s rest, we both settled into our usual routine. The next morning, Cyrus sat across from me in my office, curled up in the armchair with his laptop, while I worked on a few business reports. His presence was a comforting one, his soft humming filling the quiet space as he tapped away on his keyboard.