3rd Person POV
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After school, the Oakfield mansion had a quiet vibe, almost like it was wrapped in that late-afternoon stillness that settled in before the staff started their evening tasks. Adrien made his way to Noah's room first, hoping to push away the thoughts that had been circling in his mind all day.
He opened the door and peeked in, but there was no sign of him. His notebooks was open on the bed, a novel catching the soft light from the window, but Noah himself was missing.
He hung around for a moment, taking in the scattered pencils and his soft cardigan draped over a chair, then gently backed out and closed the door behind him. If Noah wasn't upstairs, he was likely with his mom in the conservatory or maybe running an errand somewhere on the estate. Either way, the stillness felt heavy, nudging him toward the one room he usually tried to avoid unless he really had to go in.
