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ELEANOR
I stirred, the first rays of the morning sun filtering through the sheer curtains of the room. The room was bathed in a warm, golden light that danced across the familiar furnishings—the ornate dresser, the vintage armchair, and the framed photos of cherished memories.
As I slowly woke up, I realized I was in my own room in my own mansion. A smile crept across my lips, comforted by the familiar surroundings and the sense of security they provided.
I stretched luxuriously, my fingers brushing against the cool, soft sheets beside me.
Turning my head, I eyes met a beautiful pair of blue eyes gazing back at me. Dante laid next to me, a serene expression on his face, his tousled hair framing his handsome features.
He looked so handsome. His morning look was one of my fa
