The inside of the room was nothing short of absurd.
The room was twice the size of any standard apartment. The floor was embedded with adaptive light panels that dimmed to match footstep pressure. One whole wall was a dynamic glass screen, offering a sweeping view of the megacity skyline—glowing highways layered in the sky, neon signs dancing in the fog, blinking aircraft weaving between towers.
There was no furniture yet, but the frame of the bed alone was tech-laced, lined with sleep-quality regulators, neural dampeners, and a full-body pressure interface. Every surface gleamed with chrome and matte finishes, cybernetic etchings barely visible unless the light caught them at just the right angle.
Reva walked in slowly, soaking it all in.
Xavier leaned against the doorframe. "Happy?"
She turned around. "Very."
Then she walked up to him and placed a hand on his chest. "You surprised me by bringing me here. Even if you didn't mean to. So... I want to surprise you, too."