Chapter: The Second Night at Draven Villa
The second night at Draven Villa felt quieter than the first. The air held that gentle calm that comes after a storm—the kind of silence that makes you feel safe, like the world outside had finally decided to rest. I sat on the edge of the bed in my new bedroom, my gaze wandering across the space that had been so carefully prepared for me.
The walls were painted in soft cream, lit with warm golden lamps that cast a gentle glow. The bed was big enough to swallow me whole, its sheets crisp but scented faintly of lavender. A vase of fresh lilies sat by the window, their petals swaying gently with the night breeze. It was a room that spoke of love, of intention, of someone wanting me to feel like I belonged here.
And that someone was sitting right beside me.
