Sleepwalking. Leo pov

A loud crash jolted me awake. The sharp sound shattered the quiet of the villa, reverberating through my skull like a gunshot. My heart lurched as my eyes snapped open.

The villa was still cloaked in the early morning haze, its opulence dulled by the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains. The air smelled of expensive linen and faint traces of last night's cologne clinging to my skin.

I exhaled heavily, rubbing my temples. We were set to leave by noon. The private jet had already been arranged, and in a few hours, we'd be gone. But right now, none of that mattered.

I was exhausted, every limb weighed down by the remnants of sleep. I forced myself up, rolling out of the plush bed with a groggy stumble. Yawning endlessly, I scratched at my arms and neck, the dull itch a reminder that my body was still waking up.