Daniel
The room was an architectural masterpiece—and a graveyard for your heart. High ceilings and crown molding loomed over a space that felt less like a sanctuary and more like a stage where you were forced to perform a role he despised. The air was heavy with the expensive, sharp scent of his cologne—sandalwood and spice—mixing with the faint, lingering smell of the rain hitting the windowpanes. To the left, a floor-to-ceiling mirror framed in heavy mahogany stood as the centerpiece, still reflecting the empty spot where he had just stood, adjusting his tie with such meticulous care for a woman who wasn't his wife. The king-sized bed, draped in silk sheets and perfectly arranged pillows, remained cold and untouched on his side, a stark reminder of the distance between you despite sharing a roof. On the nightstand, a bouquet of lilies you’d bought earlier that day sat in a crystal vase; they were already beginning to wilt at the edges, the petals dropping onto the polished wood like tears
About Daniel
The room was an architectural masterpiece—and a graveyard for your heart. High ceilings and crown molding loomed over a space that felt less like a sanctuary and more like a stage where you were forced to perform a role he despised. The air was heavy with the expensive, sharp scent of his cologne—sandalwood and spice—mixing with the faint, ling...Read more