When they reached Miyu's door, she hesitated for a fraction of a second before pushing it open. The chamber was bathed in soft lamplight, warm and faintly perfumed, with every polished surface gleaming just so.
Eran stepped in after her, his gaze sweeping the room, slow, deliberate... before he let a low chuckle escape.
"Well," he said, tone laced with quiet amusement as he leaned slightly against the nearest table, "this chamber really does speak of the noble you are."
Miyu froze, her face going crimson almost instantly. "I... It's just how we keep our chambers," she said quickly, turning away as if the shelves suddenly demanded her attention.
Eran smirked faintly at her flustered reaction, letting the silence stretch a moment longer before stepping further inside. "You sure?" he teased, his voice calm, and unreadable, the kind that somehow made her blush even hotter.
