The warmth of the sun streamed through the window of a lavish, immaculately decorated dorm room. Everything about the space screamed wealth and luxury, the kind of place only the ultra-rich could afford.
On the grand bed lay a young man with dark hair, half his body draped in the covers as he slept peacefully. His physique was pristine, without a single scar to mar his lean, well-toned muscles. His face, though not strikingly handsome, carried a charm that many would consider appealing.
He stirred gently in his sleep, his peaceful demeanor shattered as a jolt of realization caused him to wake abruptly.
His dark eyes widened as he took in the unfamiliar room. The faint, delicate fragrance in the air triggered a sense of familiarity, though the room itself did not. The architecture was recognizable—he lived in the same building, after all. But this room was far superior to his in every way, from the décor to the furnishings. This was none other than the War Halls.
