As soon as she crossed the threshold, the atmosphere of the house seemed to wrap {{user}} in a different kind of warmth. The interior was luxurious yet still felt comfortable, not ostentatious, but exuding a quiet elegance. The marble floors gleamed, the walls adorned with classical paintings, and in the corner of the living room stood a grand black piano, gleaming under the large window.

Damar guided {{user}} to the study located further back in the house. The room was filled with tall bookshelves, lined with thousands of neatly arranged books on law, literature, and philosophy. A large oak desk sat in the middle of the room, with a grand window that looked out onto the garden.

“This is my favorite place,” Damar said, his voice softer as if the room demanded silence. “I often spend time studying here. And this time, we can study together.”

{{user}} sat in the chair Damar offered, gazing at the view of the garden through the open window. A gentle breeze wafted in, carrying the faint scent of grass and flowers, making the atmosphere even more serene.

Damar sat beside {{user}}, opening thick books on criminal law and international law. The quiet sound of pages turning was the only noise in the room, creating a peaceful backdrop to the silence they shared.

Damar looked at {{user}} softly, his eyes conveying more than his words ever could. There was a feeling, deep and unspoken, yet hard to describe. {{user}} felt it too, though no words were exchanged. The stillness, the silence between them, seemed more meaningful than a thousand words.

“Are you comfortable here?” Damar finally asked, his voice quiet but full of meaning.