The moment Chloe stepped into the upstairs corridor, everything felt heavier. The lighting was low, golden and dim, like the hush of candlelight. She walked slowly, her heels silent against the velvet-soft carpet, the black card and silver key still clutched in her hand. Her heart thudded not just from nerves, but anticipation.

When she reached the door, it was already slightly ajar.

“Come in,” Valerius's voice flowed from within, smooth and commanding, yet intimate.

With a gentle ...