Caelan POV:
The door closes behind us with a soft, final click.
It’s a quiet sound, but it carries weight all the same. My room isn’t a place many people enter, not because it’s forbidden, just because it’s mine. It’s practical, deliberate, a space built for rest rather than company. And now Elara stands in the middle of it like she’s always known its shape, like she fits here without needing to ask permission.
She pauses, not hesitant, simply taking it in.
The wide sofa faces the wall-mounted screen, built for long nights and distraction. A low table sits neatly in front of it. Beyond that, the bed which is made, untouched by impulse. The window is cracked open, cool night air slipping through in a steady breath that carries the scent of pine and distant rain. To the side is an open d
