Champagne and Promises

ROWAN’S POV

Mateo Castillo rises from our couch like he belongs there.

Smooth and unhurried, all dark tailored elegance against Sienna’s champagne brightness, and his eyes find mine before he’s even fully standing.

They scan me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle, tracking the exhaustion I can’t quite hide, the healing bruises peeking out from my collar, the particular kind of wrecked tha