Orion gently opened the mansion doors, ushering Fiora inside with a comforting hand placed lightly on her lower back.
Together, they stepped into the mansion's welcoming interior, the soft, familiar fragrance of polished wood and lingering floral notes immediately soothing their senses.
Fiora, still glowing faintly from the joy of their day together, stole a shy glance at Orion, who returned her gaze with a calm, gentle smile.
"Come, Fiora," Orion spoke gently, guiding her down the spacious corridors toward his own room. His steps were calm and steady, projecting a quiet confidence that helped Fiora relax despite the uncertainty beginning to tug at her heart.
They reached his door, and Orion smoothly pushed it open, gesturing for her to enter first.
The warm, soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered gently through the window, casting comforting golden patterns upon the floor and furniture.
