His eyes opened reluctantly, blinking to clear the haze. The first rays of the morning sun were timidly creeping through the half-drawn curtains, casting a faint glow on the room. In the serene stillness of the c***k of dawn, the study almost stood shrouded in an air of mystery. Dark wood shelves, stretching from floor to ceiling, lined the walls, their surfaces adorned with a vast collection of books.
But all that was irrelevant to Roman, as he fought to keep his eyes open and orient himself. Little pieces began to fall into place the more he looked around. He was at the center of the study, behind his large desk. The crafted mahogany, polished surface that gleamed softly, reflecting the dim light, had acted as a pillow all night and Roman felt the repercussions before he even moved a mu
