"Please, Sir. This is your room." A servant opened the door respectfully, revealing a spacious chamber that seemed to shimmer under the glow of the crystal chandelier overhead.
Zeyn stepped inside hesitantly. His gaze swept across the pristine, almost sterile, grandeur of the room. The air carried a subtle fragrance—a blend of fine wood and fresh floral notes. At a glance, it felt less like a personal living space and more like a luxury suite in a five-star hotel.
To the left, a king-size bed with sheer drapes stood elegantly atop the marble floor. At its foot, a long L-shaped sofa faced a massive television mounted on the wall. A work desk, stacked neatly with documents, sat by a broad window, where delicate curtains swayed gently under the breath of the air conditioner.
