The mansion, once a monument to Ethan’s control and solitude, was slowly transforming. Not with paint or renovations, but with the invisible, yet palpable, warmth emanating from the presence of Luna and Adrian. The harsh angles of the furniture seemed to soften, the sterile atmosphere infused with the sweet scent of lavender from Adrian’s nightly bath preparations for Luna, and the ever-present undercurrent of Ethan’s own scent, grounding and protective.