"Hmm~ Hmm~"
A soft, melodic hum danced through the air, graceful and sweet, like a lullaby echoing in the dimming room.
Each note Liyana sang seemed to blend with the subtle flicker of magic lightstones floating gently into place.
The room gradually came alive, bathed in a soft, warm glow—just bright enough to feel comforting, yet subdued enough to remain intimate.
She took a step back and placed her hands proudly on her hips, admiring her handiwork with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Now it's perfect~" she chimed, smiling with satisfaction.
The lights.
The delicate trace of perfume that lingered in the air.
The arrangement of cushions, curtains, and faint, lingering magic—everything had been crafted with one thought in mind:
Riley.
What would he like?
What kind of atmosphere would ease his mind after a long day?
What scent would linger on his clothes after he left?
She had thought of it all.
