When Thor left the university, he drove straight home. The road to the mansion felt longer than usual — as if the sheer anticipation of seeing Celina made time itself slow down. When he finally parked in the vast garage, he was greeted by the loyal butler, waiting with his usual composure.

“Where’s Celina?” Thor asked, his pace quickening, his entire body aching to be near her.

“Mrs. Celina is asleep, sir,” the butler replied with a faint, polite smile.

Thor frowned, glancing at his watch. It w