His room?
His room?
It wasn't just a room. It was a private luxury seven-star hotel suite.
She stood frozen, her eyes wide as she took in the glowing glass walls that reflected the city lights outside.
Half the space was a lavish living room, complete with two plush sofas and a massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Paintings adorned the walls, and in a large glass case, his awards gleamed under soft lighting.
Then there was the shelf, a whole wall dedicated to drinks.
The brands displayed there? She recognized them, and none were cheap.
This wasn't just wealth. This was extravagance. She wasn't poor by any means, she was moderately rich, even–but stepping into this digitized aquarium-like room made her feel small.
It was insane!
The blue glow from the virtual aquarium cast the space in a calming, otherworldly hue.
In the middle of the room stood his dark, king-sized bed, meticulously layered with soft covers.
In the corner, a sleek mini-fridge hummed quietly.
