The clock had just struck six in the evening when a gentle knock echoed at the bedroom door. Celina lay on the bed, her head resting against Thor’s chest while his fingers absently combed through her hair. The day had been long—draining, raw, and full of tears. Her body was there, but her mind drifted elsewhere, tangled in questions, conflicting emotions, and the bitter taste of the truth still burning inside her chest.

“You can come in,” Thor said quietly, without moving.

The door opened softly. A familiar face appeared in the doorway, carrying with it a warmth that instantly changed the atmosphere. Gabriel stepped inside, his kind eyes catching Celina’s. There was that easy smile—the one that always seemed to calm storms.

“Hey, girl with the sad eyes…” he said gently.

Celina blinked, surprised. “Gabriel?” she breathed, sitting up, still unsure if she was dreaming.

Thor glanced at her, then smiled. “I’ll give you two a moment.”

He leaned forward, kissed her lightly on the lips. She w