Edge of Peace

Dante

It looked different from up here.

Not dangerous.

Not like a battleground.

Not like a place built on blood and deals and power.

It looked… quiet. Soft. Almost gentle.

The rooftop lights of the private lounge reflected onto the dark glass of skyscrapers, music echoing behind me in a low, steady hum as a warm breeze brushed against my neck. The kind that smelled faintly of citrus, leather, and