The soft, steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room as Matteo's eyes opened.
A thin line of morning light peeked through the curtains, painting a bright stripe across the floor.
He lay still for a moment, watching dust particles dance in the sunbeam, letting himself wake slowly. The day ahead felt both familiar and new.
His hand reached automatically for his phone on the nightstand.
The screen glowed to life—messages, updates, his schedule.
One note stood out: Warehouse inspection. A small task, but important.
Setting the phone aside, Matteo drew in a deep breath of the quiet morning before sitting up.
The sheets slid away, cool against his skin, and he stretched toward the ceiling.
Choosing clothes came easily: a crisp shirt, well-fitted trousers. Everything in its place, just as he liked.
In the bathroom, warm water splashed across his face, chasing away the last traces of sleep. He ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the faint citrus of his cologne.
