I sat on the bed, my dress fanning around me, eyes darting over every detail. Dark furniture lined the walls, heavy and close, crowding the space in a way I’d never felt before. The black king-size bed beneath me glowed under the golden light spilling from above the curtains, its gold-etched designs making it feel more like a throne than a place to rest.
Rose petals were scattered across the nightstand and tables, their faint scent mingling with the lingering trace of his cologne, sharp and unsettling, making my stomach drop as if he were just behind me.
Shadows pooled in the corners, stretching and shifting with the soft glow. The room seemed to carry his authority, a silent reminder of the dominance he commanded.
He hadn’t returned, and the emptiness pressed down on me like a weight.
