_Killian's POV_
I couldn't help but notice a change in Marina's demeanor as we sat in the restaurant. The ambiance was luxurious, the low hum of conversations creating a backdrop to the soft music. Marina, however, seemed distant, her mind seemingly elsewhere.
I gently reached across the table, placing my hand on hers. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked, concern etched in my voice.
Marina stopped twirling her pasta on her plate, her gaze distant. She looked at me, but her eyes held a depth of emotion I couldn't quite decipher. For a moment, she said nothing, and the weight of her silence hung in the air.
I waited, giving her the space to express whatever was on her mind. The restaurant buzzed around us, but in that moment, it felt like there were only the two of us, suspended in an unspoken
