Sylvia followed Julian through the long corridor of the De Luca estate, her curiosity piqued when he led her up a different flight of stairs instead of the usual path back to the main hall.
"Where are we going?" she asked, arching a brow.
Julian glanced back, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "You’ve been here for weeks, and you’ve never once seen my room. I think it’s time."
His room? She hadn't expected this. She had imagined the kind of place Julian would keep for himself—a cold, dimly lit space lined with liquor cabinets, weapons, and barely any personal touch. Maybe a place to entertain women but not much else.
Instead, when he pushed open the heavy oak doors, she was hit with something entirely different.
It was vibrant. Lively. Unlike anything she imagined a De Luca heir t
