Chapter fifty eight

Raiden’s POV

I sit alone in my large room, surrounded by all of my possessions, but feeling empty inside. The room is filled with luxurious furniture and expensive decor, but it all feels meaningless without her by my side.

I sit alone in my large room, surrounded by all of my possessions. The room is spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls are painted a deep shade of navy blue, and the floors are made of polished hardwood.

In the center of the room is a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets and fluffy pillows. It's my sanctuary, the place where I retreat to when the world becomes too overwhelming. Beside the bed is a matching set of nightstands, each with a lamp and a stack of books.

Against one wall is a massive bookshelf, filled to the brim with leather-bound tomes and old manuscripts. I've always been an avid reader, and my collection spans a wide variety of genres and subjects. Some of my favorite authors include Shakespeare,