I'D LET THE WORLD BURN FOR YOU
The dim light of Z's villa glided across the perfectly polished surfaces. The black marble reflected each ray of the discreetly recessed lamps, and the luxurious minimalism made each object seem like it was chosen for power rather than comfort. Every corner seemed calculated, clean, cold — a space where perfection was more than a requirement, it was a silent weapon. And yet… in the middle of this kingdom of glass and metal, there was Mia.
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The dim light of Z's villa glided across the perfectly polished surfaces. The black marble reflected each ray of the discreetly recessed lamps, and the luxurious minimalism made each object seem like it was chosen for power rather than comfort. Every corner seemed calculated, clean, cold — a space where perfection was more than a requirement, it...Read more