Luca drew a long, steadying breath before pushing the carved door open. The hinges gave a soft groan as he stepped into the master bedroom of House Valentine.
The room itself carried an aura of quiet grandeur, not ostentatious but undeniably elegant. Heavy velvet drapes framed tall windows, their folds spilling to the polished marble floor where a faint glow of lamplight softened the edges of shadow. A grand bed, its canopy draped in embroidered silk, stood at the far end, the coverlets a deep shade of crimson stitched with gold. The faint scent of lilies lingered—his mother's preference—and in the hearth a low fire burned, casting amber warmth across the chamber.
Selene sat gracefully near the fire, her violet hair cascading over her shoulders as she turned toward him with that ever-gentle smile. But Luca's eyes widened when he noticed the man seated across from her.
Father…?
