Buried Mistake of Tomorrow 1

The penthouse suite felt... different in the morning.

Sunlight spilled through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the sleek marble floors and modern furniture in a soft golden hue. The skyline stretched far beyond the glass, a breathtaking view of New York waking up—skyscrapers casting long shadows as the city buzzed below with mundanes going about their routines.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with faint traces of expensive perfume from the previous night. The place was pristine, yet the memories were far from it.

Parker stood at the door, gripping the handle a beat longer than necessary. He'd expected tension. Awkwardness. Maybe even regret.

But as he stepped inside, it was the exact opposite.