Chapter 11 Beneath The Steel

The rooftop was quiet, the hum of the city below a distant murmur. A soft breeze whispered through the potted plants, rustling leaves as if murmuring secrets. Mariana hadn’t expected anyone to be up here, least of all Diego. He stood near the edge, his back to her, one hand gripping a lowball glass filled with amber liquid. The ice had melted, the whiskey untouched. Moonlight cast sharp shadows across his face, softening the hard lines, but his posture remained rigid, controlled.