Calm and Calculated

Vittoria

I stepped into the estate bedroom, the soft click of the door behind me carrying through the room as I balanced a tray heavy with food in my hands. The room still faintly smelled of the week-old antiseptic from when Dante had been in the hospital, mingled with a rich earthy leather and the faint musky scent of him, the man who'd become my everything.

He sat up in bed, a pillow behind him,