Chapter 137. Candlelit Bathtub

Elona's POV

The thunder murmured outside like a restless beast, rolling across the horizon in heavy waves. Raindrops danced against the window of the bathroom, their steady rhythm almost hypnotic. The storm hadn’t let up since the afternoon, and honestly, I was grateful for it. There was something comforting about being tucked away from the world, held in a space that felt... safe.

Tristan's bathroom was softly lit with candles, tiny flickers of gold reflecting off the white marble tiles. The bathtub, deep and wide, was already filling with warm water as I stood and watched him take action with this romantic gesture. This made me fall for him all over again and that resulted in me having a smile on my face. 

“Come here,” he said in a low, quiet voice, but his worry still lingered.

He pulled his shirt over his