*The Hidden Room*
As I stepped inside, the scent of old books and memories enveloped me. He flipped a switch, and a warm glow illuminated the space. I gasped, my eyes widening in awe.
The room was a treasure trove of art, music, and stories. Vintage guitars leaned against walls adorned with faded photographs, and shelves overflowed with books bound in leather and gold. A tiny desk sat in the corner, a half-written manuscript waiting to be finished.
He smiled, watching me explore. "This is where I come to escape," he said, his voice soft. "Where my stories come alive."
I wandered to a framed photo on the wall - a couple laughing on a beach, waves crashing behind them. "Who are they?" I asked.
His eyes turned wistful. "My parents," he said. "They left me this place, and a legacy I’m still uncovering."
A melody began playing softly - a piano piece, haunting and beautiful. I turned to him. "Yours?"
He nodded, stepping closer. "For you."
The music wrapped around us, pulling me in. He took my hand, his touch sending sparks through me. "Want to write our chapter?" he whispered.
My heart skipped. I whispered back, "Always."
To be continued...
