His Personal Space

Ryan searched tirelessly for anything clue like, for something that seemed out of place or at least a crumpled piece of paper.

After relentlessly searching, he found nothing. Slumping into his father's bed tiredly, he let out a sigh.

So it had all been a joke, the letter, someone had pulled a prank on him or tried to see if they could have him on their strings. He had let himself get played but not anymore.

A soft knock was heard twice on the door and the butler walked in with the doctor by his side. His face split into a smile as he saw Ryan lying on the bed. "It seems you have taken a liking to this room, young master. Your father barely slept a night here and didn't spend any day in here as well."

Ryan was immediately confused. How was that possible when that was his bedroom? And how would he not like it when the place was beautifully furnished?

"I don't understand, Logan. This is his room right?" His brow arched slightly as he as