Mia
The car stops gently in front of the entrance to the villa, an architectural behemoth that exudes luxury and power from every angle. The soft light of the golden street lamps creates dancing shadows on the black marble columns, while the avenue leading to the entrance is lined with stone statues that seem to observe anyone who dares to cross that threshold.
The atmosphere is suffocating, full of something that goes beyond simple luxury. It is as if the air itself were steeped in secrets, as if the walls of this dwelling were witnesses of unmentionable acts, of promises whispered in the darkness, of sins hidden under masks of refinement.
I barely hug Jaxon's arm, my only point of reference in this evening that already promises to be a journey into the underworld.
The front door open
