"This… This…" My voice trailed off.
When the door opened, a soft golden glow greeted me. The room was quiet, but the kind that made your heart beat a little slower, like time had decided to pause.
Candlelight flickered along the dark walls, casting gentle shadows that swayed with the flames. There weren't many, but it was just enough to warm the space and brush everything in a soft amber hue. The usual coldness of his room was gone, replaced by something softer.
Rose petals dotted the floor in a careful trail, leading from the door to the edge of the bed. They looked like they had been placed one by one.
The bed had been made with black sheets, smooth and untouched, except for the gentle fold of the covers at the corner. A few petals rested on the pillow, their deep red color standing out against the dark fabric.
