They never expected to find such warmth and comfort inside Sienna-Rose's research building, her so-called laboratory. They were inside here a few days back, and all they saw was cold glass, sharp metal, and humming machines.
And suddenly today, tucked into one wide, sunlit corner of the room was a massive, round sofa so plush and inviting it resembled a nest made from clouds and dreams. It was upholstered in soft white fur that glowed faintly under the natural light pouring through the tall windows.
The tufted cushions sank perfectly under the slightest touch, and an assortment of pastel pink and ivory pillows framed the center like a halo. It didn't look like lab furniture—it looked like a place for daydreams, for whispered secrets, and for late-night laughter shared under a blanket of stars.
