The morning sun bathed the Winters estate's living room in a warm golden hue, casting soft glimmers across the glass coffee table and ivory walls. It was one of those slow Wednesdays where time moved at a gentler pace, and the air carried an undercurrent of anticipation.
Stefan sat on the couch with a subtle smile playing on his lips. His fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest, betraying his calm demeanor.
Last night had been unplanned but had been quite eventful and satisfying but he wasn't going to stay stuck on it. He had other things—important things—to think about.
Across from him, Ethan lounged with one leg crossed over the other, sipping from a tall glass of juice while Rayna leaned against the arm of the couch, curled up in a soft cashmere throw with a mug of coffee in hand.
