Third Person POV
Vaden led Sofia down the hallway, his large hand warm and steady on the small of her back. The tension from their confrontation with Lavinia lingered faintly, but his presence was like a shield, grounding and calming her. They stopped at the end of the corridor, where he opened a wide, double oak door with intricate carvings of leaves and wolves running along the frame.
“This is our room,” he said softly, his golden eyes watching her reaction carefully.
Sofia stepped inside and immediately felt enveloped by warmth and comfort. The room was spacious yet inviting, the tones of sage and cream creating a serene, almost ethereal ambiance. The air was filled with Vaden’s scent—earthy, woodsy, and utterly intoxicating—mixing perfectly with the aesthetic of the space.
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