After Isabella's departure, the opulent penthouse that had once been a bastion of life and vibrancy seemed to wither and pale. It was as if the very essence of the place had ebbed away with her absence. The spacious rooms, once adorned with the trappings of luxury and refinement, now echoed with emptiness and solitude.Nikolai, grappling with the void left in Isabella's wake, found himself inexorably drawn to the room she had occupied during her time there. It was, in essence, his room, a space that had been an extension of himself. The decision to enter was almost instinctual, driven by an overwhelming need to be enveloped by her presence, to reclaim what had been temporarily hers.He approached the door with a sense of trepidation, his hand resting on the cool, polished handle. As he pushe
