Devillian stepped into the penthouse, the low click of the door shutting behind him echoing in the soft, glowing silence. His sharp eyes instantly narrowed-not from suspicion, but from the unfamiliar warmth curling through the air.

The space that was once all cold marble and silence had transformed. Gentle candlelight danced across the floor, flickering in rhythm with the soft classical music humming in the background. Petals of crimson and ivory roses were scattered everywhere, forming a path that led toward the heart of the room.