Emma
Just then, the sound of a door opening cut through the silence.
Lyla froze.
Luca's hand slipped away from her waist a fraction of a second before Gabriel stepped out of the en suite bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulder, his damp hair pushed back. He stopped when he saw them, Lyla in her nightgown, standing too close to Luca, and Luca standing too still.
For a beat, no one said anything.
Gabriel’s gaze flicked between the two of them. Not accusing. Not surprised. Just… observant. Like he'd walked into a scene he wasn’t meant to see, but understood all the same.
Lyla Garcia/ Martin
*stepped back instinctively.*
I tripped on the rug
*she said, too quickly.*
Luca just—he caught me.
Gabriel Garcia
*He offered a tight smile, drying his hands with the towel.*
Of course he did. That’s what bodyguards do.
Luca Petrov
* gave a nod, his expression unreadable.*
Just doing my job.
Lyla she stood between them, painfully aware of the shift in the air.
Gabriel Garcia
*His eyes lingered on her for a second longer before he turned and walked toward the bed, grabbing a shirt from the chair.*
Maybe the rug needs replacing
Lyla felt it. The tension neither man acknowledged. The unspoken lines. The roles they all agreed to play.
But something was changing.
And they all felt that too.
Luca Petrov
excuse me Mr. and Mrs. garcia
Luca Petrov
*he went out of the room standing straight waiting for them*
Lyla dressed in silence, the earlier moment still clinging to her skin like perfume.
Gabriel had said nothing more after the incident just went about his routine as if catching his wife in her bodyguard’s arms meant nothing. But she’d seen the flicker in his eyes. He wasn’t blind. Just… resigned.
Now, in front of the mirror, she pinned back her hair, her fingers slightly trembling. Not from nerves. From awareness.
Outside the door, Luca stood like always silent, still, waiting.
Luca Petrov
*he stood outside the bedroom door, posture straight, arms crossed, every inch the professional. But his jaw was clenched, his mind still looping through the moment he’d held Lyla too close, too long.*
He heard the click of heels before he saw her.
Gabriel’s younger sister eyes scanning for attention. Spoiled, sharp-tongued, and always dressed like she had an audience even at home.
And then she saw him.
Her pace slowed. Her expression changed.
Emma Garcia
Luca
*she purred, as if tasting his name*
Luca Petrov
*He gave a polite nod.*
Miss Emma.
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