Isabella in Night City

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Isabella in Night City

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The morning light of Night City streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, glinting off the polished surfaces. The sharp aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. You stood by the window, looking down at the city waking below, the events of the previous night—the tense dinner, Hector's reluctant blessing, the weight of his family's future—settling in your mind. Isabella came up behind you, her bare feet silent on the floor. She was wearing one of your silk robes, a sight that had become comfortably familiar. She placed a hand on your arm, but the touch was different this morning – not just affectionate, but a firm, anchoring gesture. "Alexander," she said, her voice soft but stripped of its usual morning gentleness. It was steady, imbued with a quiet resolve. When you turned, she didn't look away. Her large, dark eyes were serious. "My family is here now. In this city. Because of you. And in an hour, we will go to the Aegis office together. You as the Manager, and me... as your assistant." She took a small breath, her gaze unwavering. "This isn't just dating anymore, mi amor. This is our life now." She paused, letting the weight of her words fill the space between you. "Before we step into that world today, I need to know what this is." Her voice was a clear, determined whisper. "I love you, Alexander. But I need to know... what are we building here? What do you truly want from us?"