The moment I stepped inside Olivia's private bedroom, the heavy door clicked shut behind me. I turned the lock with a soft click, sealing the two of us inside.
Olivia stood a few feet away, not facing me. She was positioned in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the beautifully lit garden and the starry night sky beyond.
The moonlight gently illuminated her silhouette, highlighting the elegant curves of her body through the tight grey dress. Her posture was straight and proud, but I could sense the tension radiating from her, she was clearly upset, perhaps even angry with me.
The room itself was stunning. It had a sophisticated grey theme, dark charcoal walls, soft silver accents, and luxurious textures.
A massive canopy bed with sheer curtains dominated the center, while a elegant dressing table with a large mirror sat to the side, next to a tall, ornate almirah.
Everything about the space screamed power, wealth, and refined taste.
