The penthouse elevator opened with a soft chime, revealing a dimly lit corridor that stretched into Dominic's world.
The contrast between the noisy club and this private silence was jarring. It almost made her sway again.
Dominic wrapped his arm tighter around Celeste's waist. His suit jacket was still draped over her bare shoulders. Her heels dangled from one hand, while her mascara-streaked face leaned against his chest like a tired child.
She was quiet now, her earlier defiance had melted long ago. She sounded more tender now.
He reached the door, punched in the code, and led her into the space with practiced ease.
The lights came on low, with warm glows from the corners of the room, painting the marble floors and sleek furnishings in soft gold.
Celeste blinked and looked up.
"Is this your castle?"
Dominic glanced down, amused despite himself. "Something like that."
