Intrusion

Delphinia stood at the threshold of Evander's childhood bedroom, her gaze slowly sweeping over the space. It was nothing like the one they shared in their home—a stark contrast, really. The bedroom was spacious, yet it carried a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of the life Evander had before he became the powerful man he was today.

The walls were painted in a deep navy blue, a color that had slightly faded over time. Large wooden shelves lined one side of the room, filled with books, old trophies, and medals from his younger years. On the opposite side, a sleek black desk sat against the window, neatly arranged but clearly untouched for quite some time. A leather chair, once well-used, now seemed stiff from years of neglect.