Gentle Hands... [R18]!!!

The next evening, Bianca sneaks over to Ken's penthouse after the boys are in bed. She's wearing a cozy oversized cream cashmere sweater that slips off one shoulder, paired with fitted black leggings and ballet flats. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, allowing a few strands to frame her face, and she's kept her makeup minimal and natural for the evening.

Ken, sitting on the plush gray couch, looked up as Bianca entered. He wore a light blue button-down shirt, casually untucked over dark joggers. His normally polished appearance was softened by the unbuttoned collar and the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw.

"How did your emergency meetings go today?" Bianca asked, settling onto the couch beside him.

Ken sighed heavily and reached for her hand.

"They were rough. Bernard died a couple of nights ago. They're saying it was a heart attack." His voice was tinged with sorrow as he looked down.