LUCIANShe led me through the small door at the side, the one she’d entered through quietly before, as if she didn’t want the world to know where we were going. My steps were heavy with anticipation, but her fingers laced with mine, steady and sure, pulling me forward with a grace that made everything else fade into silence.We reached the room, and when she pushed the door open, I froze.It was stunning.The bed sat in the center like something out of a dream—perfectly made, covered in fresh white sheets, each fold and corner smoothed to precision. Sheer curtains hung from the ceiling, draped around the corners of the bed like something sacred. The lights were warm, not harsh—soft golden glows from the sconces on the walls, casting delicate shadows that danced quietly across the floor. The air smelled of something sweet and musky, like roses soaked in rainwater, heady and slow.She didn’t say a word.She just looked over her shoulder, one hand still on the door, the other holding her
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