Duty and Devotion

The room smelled a bit damped when Chiara and Arturo came back to the apartment. She leaned against the bedpost, her hair tousled, a small smile tugging at her lips. Arturo stood nearby, grinning, eyes sparkling as he watched her.

“You’re in a good mood,” he teased her, stepping closer. “I like this version of you.”

Chiara laughed, a carefree sound that made Arturo’s chest tighten with affection.