In the car, the silence between Thor and Celina wasn’t awkward—it was comfortable, intimate. Outside, the city glimmered, its lights scattered across the horizon like tiny fireflies trapped in concrete. Thor drove with one hand, the other loosely holding hers, his thumb brushing over her fingers in a slow caress. He glanced at her briefly, his voice low, deep, and threaded with tenderness.

“Want to stop somewhere for dinner? I know a discreet little bistro nearby.”

Celina smiled, though the weariness from the trip lingered in her eyes.

“No… I’d rather keep it simple tonight. I’m pretty tired. If you’ve got something to snack on at your place, that’s more than enough.”

A faint, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He lifted her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her fingers.

“Then my place it is.”

Minutes later, they pulled into the garage of the high-rise where Thor’s penthouse was located. In the lobby, he asked Celina to come with him to the front desk so she could b