Zora’s POV
With a sense of curiosity tugging at me, I decided to start my cleaning duties in Lucian's room, a place I hadn't yet been into. My steps led me to a door I had often passed by but never entered, and as I pushed it open, I was met with a scene quite different from what I had expected.
Lucian's room, unlike the stark austerity of Damon's chamber or the lavish opulence of Aiden's sanctuary, exuded a distinct atmosphere of quiet intellect. It was a place that bore witness to the pursuit of knowledge, a haven for contemplation and introspection. The very essence of the room seemed to whisper secrets of its occupant, offering a glimpse into Lucian's soul.
The focal point of the room, and what first caught my eye, was the colossal bookshelf that dominated one wall. Its vast expanse
