Quiet Study Space นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The morning sun poured in, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floors. The room’s minimalist design reflected Ethan’s style. Modern art adorned the walls, and the space was meticulously organized to maximize both natural light and functionality. His desk, placed strategically near the window, offered a commanding view of the city. It was typically uncluttered, save for a sleek computer, a framed photo of his family, a set of luxurious pens, and a small succulent. Every detail in the room reflected Ethan’s precision and attention to detail.

As we step into the studio, my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. The space is vast, with high ceiling and a concrete floor stretches out before me, polished to a mirror-like finish, that reflects the few light sources scattered around the room. The space is open and airy, with no unnecessary furniture cluttering up the room. In one corner, there is a stack of boxes, carefully labeled and neatly arranged. A few props are scattered around the space, but they are minimal and unobtrusive.

I began, chewing on my words. "Damian? No, not yet. He wanted to wait to see what you wanted to do first. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. So he's waiting in Zane's office for now." I nodded my head and smiled. I made my way into Damian's office to see a complete design change. My eyes went wide as I scanned the new office. Damian's familiar desk had been replaced with a quad desk. It would allow for two or more people to work at the desk simultaneously while offering space for meetings as well. The conference desk had been removed to be replaced by a comfortable couch and matching chair. In the corner, there was even a nook by the window. Damian had added other amenities, such

Like the space had been waiting, untouched but ready. He stepped in and shut the door behind him. Silence settled immediately. Not the kind he was used to not the thin kind that existed between noise but something deeper. Something complete. Cassian stood there for a moment, letting his eyes adjust, letting the stillness sink in. This wasn’t hiding. This was removal. The space was simple, but intentional. A couch positioned toward the windows. A low table. A kitchen stripped down to only what mattered. No decoration. No personal imprint.

“Bold move.” He looks like he’s about to say something he’s not sure belongs in the air and then lets it out anyway. “It’ll be… a lot,” he says, honest. “Noise. People who love too loudly. Kids who run at knee height. Omegas insisting you sit down and then offering you a chair and then sitting on the arm of it because they want to talk. If you need air, just say. There’s a porch. There’s a library that pretends it’s quiet and fails. There’s a room on the second floor where we stack board games and forget about them; no one ever goes there.” “I have a secret room already?” I tease.