A plan takes shape

The golden rays of the Milanese sun crept through the hotel room curtains, casting long shadows across the plush carpet.

Mishka stood by the window, her fingers tracing patterns on the cool glass as she gazed out at the city below. The events of the previous night weighed heavily on her mind, a whirlwind of revelations and emotions that left her feeling both exhilarated and terrified.

Behind her, Bruce paced the room, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that seemed to crackle between them. As Mishka turned to face him, she caught a glimpse of his eyes - a flash of amber in them that reminded her of his true nature. A shiver ran down her spine, not of fear, but of the realization of the power that now lay at their fingertips.