Chapter 90: Position Changes
(Charlotte's POV)
The morning sun streamed into the den, pooling onto the polished wooden floors and casting an almost golden glow over Alexander’s space. I stood by the wide windows, a silver-threaded measuring tape in hand.
How many times had I walked into this room and felt dwarfed by its imposing, almost intimidating air? United by its stark tones, the space was pure Alexander—strong, unyielding, practical. It radiated his power and presence, yet its severity often tugged at me.
I wanted to change that, even if just a little. Adding curtains, placing soft touches, making this den feel less like a fortress and more like a home. Though that thought tugged painfully at the edges of my heart. Was I creating a home for us? Or just dressing up a space as
