Novel & Cerita The Writing Desk

DANTE’S POV I sat at my desk, my fingers drumming against the polished mahogany surface, but the movements were mechanical. My office was a reflection of everything I had built—expensive, imposing, and meticulously curated. The floors were black marble, sleek and smooth, a stark contrast to the rich, leather furnishings. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city below, a sprawling skyline that I had conquered, piece by piece. A large desk sat in the center, stacked with papers, some awaiting my signature, others waiting to be shredded. On the far side, a shelf full of rare books and a handful of prestigious awards stood proudly. Everything w

The writing room was a quiet sanctuary carved into the upper eastern wing of the Alpha estate. It was positioned perfectly to catch the first bruised light of dawn before the rest of the valley even stirred from sleep. Aria sat at a heavy mahogany desk, her fingers resting lightly against the smooth edge of a leather-bound journal. The air in the small chamber smelled of melting beeswax, dried lavender from the medical wing, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh iron-gall ink.

The walls were adorned with exquisite art pieces, each a masterpiece in its own right, expertly arranged to showcase their beauty. The furniture was a perfect blend of comfort and luxury, with plush leather chairs that hugged the contours of the body and an enormous desk made of the finest mahogany wood, polished to a deep, rich sheen. On the desk, there was a set of gleaming silver pens in a bespoke holder, a crystal decanter filled with amber-colored liquor, and a stack of gold-embossed leather-bound journals.