The soft hum of the private jet filled the air, blending with the faint rustle of the clouds outside as the aircraft sliced through the sky with gentle grace.
Ruby sat nestled in one of the plush leather seats, her fingers absently brushing over the golden embroidery on the armrest. She could still hardly believe this was real—this jet, this man beside her, this strange sense of peace she hadn't felt in weeks.
Her gaze shifted slowly to Stefan, who sat across from her, his eyes half-closed in quiet contentment. The soft overhead lighting painted his features in warm tones, highlighting the strong line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his lips, and the peaceful expression he rarely wore.
Ruby's heart gave a little flutter.
She couldn't stop thinking about how much had changed in such a short time. From strangers locked in a tangled web of lies to this...
