#sanctuary kitchen and bath design

[sjw-themes]

Modern Bathroom - Master Bath Bathroom - large modern master porcelain tile porcelain tile bathroom idea with flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, a two-piece toilet, gray walls, an undermount sink and quartz countertops

[melaniemcfarlane]

Modern Bathroom - Bathroom Bathroom - large modern master porcelain tile porcelain tile bathroom idea with flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, a two-piece toilet, gray walls, an undermount sink and quartz countertops

[bigstarlet]

Denver Bathroom Master Bath Inspiration for a sizable transitional master bathroom remodel with a marble floor, raised-panel cabinets, gray cabinets, a one-piece toilet, gray walls, and an undermount sink.

[yatamisakis]

Closet Denver An illustration of a sizable transitional dressing room with a light wood floor, beaded inset cabinets, and white cabinets.

[images2keep]

Dressing Area Closet Denver Inspiration for a massive, timeless, light-wood floored dressing room renovation with white cabinets and beaded inset cabinets.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Fairy Tale mansion for the wealthy witches & fairies. It was built in 1935 in Atlanta, GA, has 4bds, 4ba, $4.75M. But, it's magical. Take a look around. Look at the niche to the left of the front door.

First, we stop at this little stone she shed for gardening tools, etc. Can you imagine decorating this as a sanctuary?

Look at the skylights and the potting table.

And, now we move on to the main house. Spacious, yet cozy living room has a big stone fireplace and fancy beams.

Next to the living room, there's a home office/den. Note the doorway arches with wood and stone.

From there, enter the spacious sun room. Wouldn't this be magical if it had a bright tropical decor? Up-lighting around the ceiling, a sky light, and big windows for plenty of sunlight.

Very formal dining room. This home could be stunning with some color. If I had the millions to buy it, I would work with a professional designer.

The kitchen has an interestingly shaped island. The white counters create a contrast against the darker wood of the cabinets. That gray wall has to go.

You have to picture your own decorating style in this sitting room. I don't care for this look, and it's a flex space.

The primary suite. The bedroom is too formal, too boring, but I would definitely keep the bath.

This secondary is nice and roomy with stone walls.

And, here's one of the other 4 baths.

Step down to cozy family room. Could be a cool room.

Rocky little room with a wine rack.

Outside there's a courtyard with a lovely patio.

The little stone grill has a gas grill inside.

Here's the garage. The stone walls are amazing.

There's so much to see, strolling the grounds.

The gardens are magical.

Sooo pretty.

With the right decor this home could be stunning.

This is like a Wonderland.

Koi pond.

Like a botanical garden attraction.

Then, back around to the house.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1050-E-Club-Ln-NE-Atlanta-GA-30319/35903212_zpid/?

[lovelytsunoda]

she sells sanctuary // charles leclerc (kinktober day 5!)

summary: she wasn’t expecting him to be home so soon. and now that he is, she can’t stand seeing him so exhausted. a warm shower should fix that, right?

paring: charles leclerc x female! reader

prompt: shower/bath sex

warnings; inappropriate use of a shower, sex in a shower, french pet names, kinda sorta p*rn without plot and goes from 0 to 100 real quick. definitely not my favourite of the kinktober blurbs, but i think it turned out alright save for the underwhelming ending.

she could tell charles had come home as soon as she got through the door. his suitcase was by the kitchen island, his designated airplane crocs strewn across the front hall. the sound of the shower travelling down the penthouse hallway.

but more so, the apartment felt happier.

smiling to herself, she began to walk down the hallway to the bathroom, first shedding her blazer, then her blouse and her skirt in a trail down the hallway, ending with her garter belt and stockings. she stood in front of the bathroom door in nothing but her baby blue lingerie set, gently pushing the door open and plunging headfirst into the steamy room.

she rapped on the foggy shower glass, capturing charles attention before she began to strip out of the clothing that remained on her body, her lovers eyes trained on her through a small space on the glass that he had wiped clear with the palm of his hand. she stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over her as she cupped Charles’ face.

“I’ve missed you, mon cher.”

charles leaned in and kissed her, water droplets falling off his skin and onto hers. “I’ve missed you more, mon ange. your voice, your laughter. your stunning body. the way you scream my name when I’m inside you.”

"you're home early."

charles shrugged. "i traded flights with max." he kissed her, warm water from the shower falling between their lips. "missed you too much."

"i'm glad you're home, my love." she looped her arms around charles neck, pressing her naked body up against his.

he kissed her softly, but the kiss didn't remain soft for long: her pebbled nipples pressing into his chest, his cock growing harder between their bodies, the warm water from the shower head pelting their bodies.

it felt eerily similar to their first kiss, which had happened mid-rainstorm.

mindful of the slippery shower floor, charles was careful in maneuvering her body so her front was pressed flush against the glass, breasts pressed up against the cool surface, hands leaving prints in the fog.

charles kissed the back of her neck, his lips warm against her cool skin, not quite acclimated to the temperature in the bathroom. she hummed under his touch, barely audible over the sound of the rain head.

"can i have you, mon amour? show you how much i missed you?"

"yes, charles. please."

charles slid into her gently, not wanting their little escapade to land them both in the emergency room, trying to justify their broken bones. not only that, but he truly wanted to show the love of his life just how much he had missed her body, and how much he treasures her.

“oh, cha.” she breathed gently, cheek pressed against the glass as she moved her head to the side, humming at his deep, gentle strokes. “fuck, I’ve missed this.”

“I know, cherie. I haven’t been treating you right. but I’m here now.” charles said reverently, holding her hip as he thrust into her again, a little quicker this time.

she moaned against him, back pressed to his chest and warm water streaming down both of their bodies. she’d missed the way he filled her up, made her feel giddy with lust.

“god, I’ve missed this feeling.” she breathed, whimpering as her lovers cock scraped against her walls. “missed having you near me. touching me. my fingers aren’t enough.”

"don't worry, angel. i'm here now, whenever you want me you just need to say the word. that's what i'm here for."

she moaned again, clenching around charles' member as he continued to thrust inside of her, squeezing her hips tightly, skin smacking into skin.

"charles, i think-" she couldn't finish the sentence, panting and out of breath as she moaned again, her walls clamping down on her lover.

"it's okay." charles soothed, lips against her skin and he breathed the words. "i've got you."

she came with a cry of his name, soaking his cock with the evidence of her climax. she was exhausted, but still craved more. needed more.

charles slipped out of her quickly, and she watched as he jerked his cock a few times, enough to send his seed spilling out over the shower floor and down the drain.

"well, i don't think this shower got you any cleaner." she said softly, nibbling on her bottom lip. "but if we head to the bed for another round and get even dirtier, you could have another one later?"

charles laughed, kissing her forehead before turning off the shower head. "i'd like that very much. have to make up for how much i missed you, ma cherie."

[paintedscales]

WoLstinien Week 2024 :: Day 4 :: Nameday

With Alberic's help, Nomin prepared a gift for Estinien that she desperately wanted to finish. Thankfully, the gift is prepared just in time for her to deliver it in person. Knowing that there was likely no chance that Estinien would have returned home, Nomin sets off to Radz-at-Han in order to pay him a visit for a very special occasion.

Word Count: 1,800

Paint supplies littered the floor and table surfaces in the den where Nomin worked on her canvases. Her brow was knit into a tight furrow as she looked over what she had on the canvas at this point in time. Since Estinien had been away in Radz-at-Han, she took the time to see if she could manage to focus her Echo while with Alberic to see Ferndale as it once was before the Calamity; before Nidhogg razed it to the ground.

The process had been harsh, but Nomin endured, even past the headaches and nosebleeds. With Alberic’s patience and assistance, however, it was easier for Nomin to have held onto Venat’s guidance to direct her Echo. Now, Nomin stood at her easel, the product nearly finished.

Painted upon the canvas was a village surrounded by verdant trees, sheep grazing in the grass. Mountains towered in the back -- the only things that had snow upon them before the Calamity struck. It was a picture of serenity. With what she experienced in those visions, Nomin walked the pathways of that village like it still existed. She got to experience the village as a ghost from the future. Now she was glad she captured how it felt as a painting.

What was left was getting another’s opinion on it.

“Alberic!” Nomin chirped when she found him. She had the dried painting tucked under her arm for the time being.

Alberic had been in the kitchen, sipping some homemade cider when Nomin approached. He had been staying at the island sanctuary as a guest for some time. Offering Nomin a small wave, he set down his mug.

“What can I do for you, Nomin?” Alberic asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Pausing, Nomin turned the canvas around to show him.

“Since you know of Ferndale, I need you to tell me how this came out.”

“Oh, that’s…” The corners of Alberic’s eyes crinkled with delight as he lips spread into a warm, fond smile. He turned his attention up toward Nomin. “He’ll love it.”

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Nomin saw Alberic off later in the evening, ensuring he had a safe trip back to Moraby with Baldin at the helm. Once the boat was far enough away, Nomin got her travel supplies ready. The canvas was pulled from its wooden frame and delicately rolled into a tube for safe keeping, and she dressed appropriately for the hot weather of Thavnair.

Stepping outside of the cabin and closing the door behind her, Nomin adjusted her bag and descended the stairs. While in the process, she kept how the Radz-at-Han aetheryte felt firm in mind. She remembered how it felt when she attuned to it and closed her eyes. The warmth spread through her, and she felt herself as if she were bathed in this warm embrace before she heard the bustle of the city before she felt the hard tiles underneath her feet.

Slowly, Nomin opened her eyes. It was late morning compared to the evening she left the island sanctuary in. Her body was fatigued, and this was something she would have to combat at a later time. For now, however, Nomin held her hand out to the large aetheryte, the Meghaduta’s visage and aethershard her focus as she traveled once more. This time, she was whisked through the more contained aethernet.

At the foot of the stairs that led up to the Meghaduta, Nomin paused and looked in her bag. Map container, three small boxes, and one sack. Yes, it seemed like everything she had prepared was there, and so she proceeded.

Greeting the guards, Nomin was permitted entry, and she proceeded to walk the opulent halls of the Meghaduta until she reached the room that was designated as Estinien’s chambers. Her Echo had reacted already to the different emotions and feelings from other people, alerting her to their presence. When she stood at Estinien’s door, she felt his familiar tug on her Echo, and a smile spread upon her lips.

Rapping her knuckles across the door, Nomin waited.

“Enter,” was the response.

Nomin’s tail flicked, and she pushed the door open.

As expected, Estinien was getting his morning routine out of the way. He was doing situps, and when Nomin entered, he paused, looking at her with some level of surprise.

“Nomin…” Estinien greeted, getting himself stood up and off the floor. He went to retrieve a towel, getting the sweat dried off of himself.

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to be home tonight, so I decided to make the venture here myself,” Nomin explained with a smile.

“... I am not due to return to the island for another moon or so,” Estinien replied, seemingly oblivious to the reason Nomin may have even been there at all. He quickly gathered himself, however, and approached her. He leaned down, planting a small kiss on her head while avoiding giving her an embrace without washing up first. “Still, it gladdens me to see you here. A pleasant surprise indeed.”

Chuckling softly, Nomin’s tail curled slowly and affectionately. “I’m happy to hear that, because I have some stuff for you to sweeten my arrival!”

Estinien quirked a brow in interest, and he simply waited for her to elaborate. In response, Nomin walked to the table in the room and placed her bag on it. Grinning over at Estinien, she rummaged around and brought out the sack first.

“I put this together with some of the fruit I dried from the island, nuts I roasted and salted, and there are also some chocolate bits in there!” Nomin happily explained as she placed it on the table. “I actually got some cocoa tree saplings transplanted further onto the island, and they've been doing well! But I started making chocolate from the cocoa pods that I received from the person I got the saplings from.”

“The Admiral is fine with this?” Estinien asked, not forgetting the stipulations of owning the island.

“I didn’t ask,” Nomin admitted, pausing briefly. “But I’m not exporting any goods with it. The trees are for personal use and tending.”

Nomin resumed rummaging through her bag. The next thing she pulled out were the three boxes. They all had the same design on them of a Hingan shop insignia burned into the wood. Each of the boxes were ones that Estinien immediately recognized, and though it may not have been too obvious, Nomin felt the elation that tugged at her Echo. This caused Nomin to smile, her tail curling upward slightly knowing that this pleased Estinien.

“These need no introduction I trust?” Nomin asked.

“Nay. I know them well enough. I thank you for bringing these.” Estinien approached, glancing over the boxes and offering a small, warm smile in Nomin’s direction. “What prompted this sudden round of gifts?”

“You really don’t know?” Nomin asked, smirking and giving Estinien a slightly incredulous look.

Estinien folded his arms over his chest, appearing thoughtful. “I assume these are simply items that needed to be delivered lest they spoil in some way.”

“... You really don’t know, huh…” Nomin scoffed. She then faced him and poked his chest with each next word: “It’s your nameday!”

Surprised etched its way onto Estinien’s face. “When did you learn it?”

“Alberic told me!” Nomin chirped.

Lifting a hand, Estinien pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slightly. His nameday was not often something he celebrated, though he bit his tongue. He already knew that Nomin would challenge him if he made any comment that inferred as such. Especially since he had gone out of his way to celebrate her nameday back in the First Umbral Moon of the year.

Dropping his hand to his side, Estinien’s expression became somewhat sheepish. He did appreciate the gifts that were brought in for him.

“I…thank you, Nomin. I do appreciate you going out of your way to bring me these,” Estinien finally said. “I’ll make good use of them and shall enjoy them greatly.”

Nomin’s smile grew, and she reached into her bag for the last thing.

“I am glad to hear that, but…this is the real gift I wanted to give you for your nameday.” Nomin stepped forward, getting a little closer to Estinien so that they were just a fulm apart. She then took the map container and handed it off to Estinien.

“A map?” Estinien looked at the container, bemused.

“Sure,” Nomin replied with a giggle. “Just open it!”

Turning over the cylindrical container in his hands, Estinien eventually did as he was told and dumped the canvas out into his opposite hand. When he noted the different texture of material, he furrowed his brow. This was not a traditional map.

Unfolding the canvas, Estinien glanced at Nomin momentarily before unfurling the rest of it.

There was a visible pause in his movements as he looked down upon the painting. Slowly, he took it to the table, clearing an area before spreading it out. Once it was flat on the table, he brought a hand to his chin, curling his fingers around his mouth and jawline in quiet contemplation.

A mix of emotions confused Nomin as her Echo tried to keep track of the fluctuations. The main emotion felt was uncertainty, and so Nomin’s tail twitched in shallow little movements as she tilted her head. After a moment, her expression fell into worry.

“... Do…you not like it…?” Nomin finally asked, breaking the silence that thickened the air.

“‘Tis not that at all,” Estinien quietly replied. He brought his hand down, tracing the canvas carefully with the very tips of his fingers. “...Simply…I never thought I would see Ferndale again. ‘Tis preserved the way I remember it…”

Estinien turned toward Nomin.

“How did you manage it?”

Nomin drew her hands together and she looked down. “Well…Alberic helped me. I’d learned a little bit how to control my Echo during our time preparing to ward off the Final Days, and…I asked if he could help bring me to Ferndale through his memories.”

Nomin returned her gaze to Estinien, and she smiled with some level of uncertainty up at him. “I’d actually wanted to do this for a while for you. I thought…you’d like something nice to remember your home by.”

In a moment, Estinien turned toward Nomin and brought her into an embrace. He held her close, leaning his head against her neck and shoulder. What she had done for him was one of the most thoughtful things he could have imagined ever being granted to him.

“... You have my thanks for this thoughtful gift, Nomin.”

It was Nomin’s turn to have a sheepish expression befall her face as she wrapped her arms around Estinien. Closing her eyes, she allowed her expression to turn warm as they shared in their closeness.

“Happy nameday, Estinien.”

[glamrpevents]

Located in Palm Desert, the JW Marriott Desert Springs Resort & Spa offers a luxurious retreat for Coachella attendees. Surrounded by lush greenery and set against the backdrop of the desert landscape, this resort combines modern elegance with desert charm. Guests can enjoy stylish accommodations, gourmet dining options, and rejuvenating spa experiences. With its idyllic setting and upscale offerings, it's the ideal destination for festival-goers looking for relaxation and indulgence.

In addition to its unparalleled amenities, the resort also features world-class recreational facilities, including championship golf courses, tennis courts, and sparkling pools. Guests can bask in the desert sun, partake in exhilarating outdoor activities, or simply unwind in the lap of luxury.

Elevate your experience with spa suite retreat. Discover the romantic Couples Revive complete with side by side massages, a mineral laden bubble bath and champagne or indulge in the luxurious Sanctuary Suite which includes a private entrance, treatment rooms, courtyard and whirlpool and a private butler.

Designed by course architect Ted Robinson, Desert Springs Golf Club features two championship golf courses - the Palm and the Valley - that welcome players of all levels. Test your skills on the challenging fairways while taking in the beauty of our resort's Palm Springs locale.

Savor innovative cuisine made from the freshest local ingredients at the Rockwood Grill. This popular Palm Desert restaurant offers amazing water views from its patio, serving breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Explore a myriad of other culinary delights awaiting you at the resort:

Mikado Japanese Steakhouse

Step into Mikado Japanese Steakhouse while at our Palm Desert resort and experience authentic Japanese cuisine in a sophisticated setting. Every morsel is memorable and prepared with fresh, locally grown ingredients.

Aquifer65 and The Sushi Bar

Aquifer65 and The Sushi Bar welcomes restaurant patrons daily with delectable small plates of tantalizing Japanese fare, as well as tempting craft cocktails. Sushi Bar opens at 4pm daily.

“T&T” Time & Temperature Innovation Kitchen (private events only)

Come into “T&T” Time & Temperature Innovation Kitchen for an ever-changing five-course tasting menu designed by our restaurant chefs, who mix and mingle offering their insights on each course. Available for private events only.

Oasis Poolside Bar & Grill

Casual American cuisine served for lunchtime dining at Oasis Poolside Bar & Grill. Enjoy beverages at 10:00am daily with the Kitchen opening at 11:00am Daily.

Blue Star Lounge.

Enjoy California bar bites and cocktails at Blue Star Lounge. This lively bar and lounge open for lunch and dinner and features an inviting indoor lounge and charming outdoor patio with fire pits. Live entertainment Fridays & Saturdays.

Starbucks®

Begin your day with rich coffee and a delectable pastry at our recently remodeled Starbucks®. It's also a great spot to refuel with freshly made sandwiches and snacks before heading into meetings or out to explore Palm Desert.

The Spa Bistro

The Spa Bistro features delicious, healthy cuisine, including salads, smoothies, sandwiches and sushi, as well as tempting offerings of champagne and wine to toast to a beautiful day in Palm Desert. Savor every bite and sip inside or beside the spa pool.

Fisherman's Landing restaurant.

Indulge on freshly-caught seafood and local produce, as well as decadent desserts at the award-winning Fisherman's Landing restaurant.

Our In-Room Dining

Enjoy classic American comfort food without leaving your room. Our In-Room Dining menu offers a variety of breakfast, lunch and dinner options.

ROOMMATES: (2 BEDROOM EXECUTIVE SUITES)

Bedroom 1: 1 King

Bedroom 2: 2 Queen(s)

Sofa bed

Rollaway beds not permitted

Cribs permitted: 1

ROOMMATES:

Hailey Baldwin • Sebastian Stan • Justin Bieber

Tom Holland • Zendaya Coleman • Mason Gooding

Taylor Swift • Travis Kelce • Jake Gyllenhaal

Sabrina Carpenter • Rudy Pankow • Barry Keoghan

Niall Horan • Liam Payne • Kylie Jenner

Sydney Sweeney • Jacob Elordi • Luke Hemmings

Nick Jonas • Romee Strijd • Chris Evans

Zayn Malik • Perrie Edwards •

Gigi Hadid • Ryan Gosling • Joe Jonas

Blake Lively • Ryan Reynolds • Aaron Tveit

Shawn Mendes • Barbara Palvin • Madison Beer

Drew Starkey • Madison Bailey • Odessa A'zion

Madelyn Cline • Aaron Johnson • Ella Purnell

Dua Lipa • Callum Turner • Anwar Hadid

Bella Hadid • Abel Tesfaye • Selena Gomez

Chris Hemsworth • Candice Swanepoel •

Joe Keery • Camila Morrone • Renee Rapp

Dylan O'Brien • Hailee Steinfeld • Cindy Kimberly

Hayley Williams • Glenn Powell • Ana de Armas

Margot Robbie • Pedro Pascal • Melissa Barrera

Louis Tomlinson • Danielle Campbell • Danna Paola

Jennifer Lawrence • Charles Melton • Alexa Demie

Florence Pugh • Andrew Garfield • Anya-Taylor Joy

Kendall Jenner • Harry Styles • Theo James

Henry Cavill • Kim Kardashian • Sophie Turner

Nicholas Galitzine • Taylor Zakhar Perez • Jessica Alexander

Jeremy Allen White • Dove Cameron • Addison Timlin

Elsa Hosk • Damiano David • Alexander Skarsgård

Joseph Quinn • Suki Waterhouse • Jade Thirlwall

Ashton Irwin • Olivia Rodrigo • Kaia Gerber

Ariana Grande • Jack Martin • Kelsea Ballerini

Michael Clifford • Lily Rose Depp • Cara Delevingne

[divinedomesticity]

Nourishing the Heart of Home: A Homemaker's Guide to Warmth and Wellness

In the sacred realm of homemaking, where every corner holds a story and every room echoes with warmth, there lies a beautiful tapestry of nourishment. Today, let's embark on a journey of self-care and tender gestures that not only nourish our homes, family, and kids but also nurture the radiant soul of the homemaker herself.

1. A Cozy Cup of Tea: Sipping Serenity

Begin your day with the simple ritual of a cozy cup of tea. Whether it's the earthy warmth of chamomile or the comforting hug of a chai blend, let each sip be a moment of serenity. As you cradle the cup in your hands, feel the nourishment seeping through, not just for your body but for your spirit. I love chamomile and try to have at least one cup a day. Grab my favorite organic variety here.

2. A Bath Drawn with Love: Soaking in Tranquility

Indulge in the luxury of a bath drawn with love. Enhance the experience with a sprinkle of calming lavender or invigorating eucalyptus. Let the warm water wash away the cares of the day, creating a sanctuary of tranquility within your own home.

3. Beeswax Candlelit Evenings: Illuminating Warmth

Transform your evenings with the soft glow of beeswax candles. The gentle flicker not only illuminates your space but also kindles a sense of warmth and intimacy. Allow the soothing ambiance to wrap your home in a cocoon of comfort.

4. Reading Nook Bliss: Cozy Corners for the Soul

Create a reading nook bliss for yourself. Adorn it with plush cushions, a soft blanket, and shelves of cherished books. Let it be a haven where you can escape into other worlds, even if just for a few precious moments.

5. Culinary Comfort: Nourishing with Love

In the heart of your home, the kitchen, infuse each meal with culinary comfort. Experiment with recipes that not only tantalize the taste buds but also warm the soul. Let the aroma of home-cooked goodness become the melody that lingers in the air.

6. Family Movie Nights: Shared Joy

Designate cozy family movie nights. Pile up pillows and blankets, choose a favorite film, and revel in the joy of shared laughter. These moments become the threads weaving the fabric of family bonds.

7. Nature's Embrace: Bringing the Outdoors In

Incorporate elements of nature into your home. Fresh flowers, potted plants, or even a bowl of seasonal fruits can infuse the indoors with the vitality of the outdoors. Nature's embrace nurtures both the environment and the spirit.

8. Mindful Moments: Breathing in Gratitude

Embrace mindful moments throughout your day. Pause to breathe in gratitude as you witness the sunrise, share a meal, or tuck in your little ones. These pockets of mindfulness become the anchors that ground you in the present.

Cultivating a Homestead of Wellness

As you weave these warm and cozy elements into the fabric of your home, remember that the act of nourishing extends beyond the physical. It's a dance of intention, a symphony of love, and a dedication to cultivating a homestead of wellness.

May the cozy cup of tea, the drawn bath, the beeswax candles, and every tender gesture you weave into your homemaking journey be a testament to the nurturing spirit that resides within you. As you nourish your home, family, and kids, may you find an abundance of warmth and wellness enveloping every corner of your cherished abode. 🏡✨

[bby-namjoon]

OldFriend!Mafia!Taehyung: First Love

(AU: where Tae was your bestfriend in high school and one day he vanished, but you meet again 10 years later and he has some secrets to hide)

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}:

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“I’m excited!”

“Why?” He laughed, turning onto his street.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen your house yet and I just wanna see how you live! I think it’ll be nice to just see what you call home”

“Well, we’re here”

You turned your attention back out of the front windscreen and gasped, “this is your house? No way”

He’d turned through a pair of black steel gates before proceeding slowly up his driveway and stopping short of his large garage door. From first glance you could tell that his house was atleast twice the size of yours and far more modern. It’s high hedges made the lavish property feel safe and secluded, like this plot of land was its own sanctuary away from the outside world, but when you thought the exterior was beautiful, your jaw practically dropped as you stepped inside.

The first thing you noticed was the marble floors that stretched the entire expanse of the property, everything was large and beautifully designed, his love of art and music showing through the sculptures and paintings littered around the house, brightening up the neutral monochromatic themes that recurred throughout most of his rooms, just enough to add some character to them. Even his bathrooms were beautiful, both of them holding sleek granite sinks and chrome furnishings, the only thing differing between them was that one had a large roll top bath stood in the corner whilst the other had an enclosed glass shower. You continued to follow him around his home, watching as he pointed out the empty guest rooms and his office, telling you how most of his business gets taken care of at home and that his closest team often come over to work alongside him, coming and going throughout the week as needed.

The final room on the tour was his bedroom. As soon as you stepped inside you could smell his cologne, the last spray of it obviously still circulating around the room from where he’d gotten ready before your rooftop date earlier in the evening. He’d used his connections to set up a romantic sunset picnic for you both, where he used the slight breeze as an excuse to have you sit between his legs and hold you close as you fed eachother strawberries, feeling as though you were a million miles away from the bustling city of Seoul that continued it’s course beneath you.

If Taehyung knew how to do anything, he knew how to centre piece a room. Much like the grand piano in his living room, or the granite island in his kitchen, his king size bed sat proudly against the wall where it was boxed in by a bedside table on either side, it’s white sheets looking pristine and freshly made, making you have to resist the sudden urge to throw yourself onto it, burying yourself beneath his feather down duvet. He let you peek into his well organised wardrobes and drawers before finally pushing back his curtains and opening up a set of french doors that took up much of the wall on the far side of his room, his hand finding yours as he led you outside with him. The doors had brought you out onto a balcony that looked over his dimly lit, flower lined garden and across the distant tree tops to the city skyline, and you couldn’t describe how taken aback you were. Everything about this house from its architecture to the surrounding views was just amazing.

He pulled you over to sit on his outdoor chairs, a smile on his face. “You’re so cute, the whole time you were just like” he paused to pull a face of awe and you laughed, leaning back in your chair.

“I can’t believe you live like this, it’s crazy. I mean, I knew you lived in a nice house growing up, but this? This is just next level.”

“Thank you, I put a lot of my money into this house because I spend most of my time here, but I dunno, I still don’t feel as at home as I do when I come to yours.”

“Really? Why?”

“I guess because this house is so big and it’s just me, it just feels empty you know? I just have all this space with nobody to fill it, but your house is cosy and warm and I like that. 1st world problems amirite?”

“Wanna swap?”

“I’ll move in tomorrow,” he chuckled. “What would you have done if I lived in a horrible area or in a really tiny goshiwon?” (a small one bedroom apartment in Korea that usually consists of a bed and a desk and you share a kitchen/bathroom with others on your floor).

“Well, if you lived somewhere dangerous and you were at risk or you felt unsafe then I’d ask you if you wanted to come and live with me instead, and if you lived in a goshiwon I wouldn’t care because we’re always in eachothers personal space anyway,”

“That is true,” he smiled, “but aren’t you cute.”

“Were you checking if I’d still hang around if things go downhill and you lose all your money?”

“Pfft, no”

“Well just to be clear I wouldn’t care if you were rich or poor, Kim Taehyung. You’re still a good man at heart and that’s all that really matters to me,”

Your words made his heart squeeze because he didn’t agree, he didn’t think he was a good man. He’d told himself that if by the third date he was certain you both wanted to be together, then he would tell you everything, but until then he had to continue to swallow his guilt as if there was nothing to hide.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

“I haven’t got anything with me,”

“You can wear my clothes, and I have a spare toothbrush you can use”

“Alright then,”

When you got ready for bed he let you look through his T-shirt drawer to pick out what you wanted to sleep in, your hands automatically gravitating towards a white T-shirt with a big design on the front.

“I like that shirt, I have it in black too, I think”

“You should wear the black one! Where is it?”

“Are we really gonna be wearing matching couple shirts before we’re even a couple?”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, I know you,”

He smiled, reaching into his drawer and pulling out the darker version of your chosen top along with some comfy bed trousers, leaving you to skip off to the bathroom and get changed. When you returned you were bare faced with your hair tied up in a bun, your body clad in nothing but a pair of knickers and his oversized shirt which stopped at your mid thigh, and when you saw him in his matching shirt you couldn’t help but squeal.

“We’re so cringe, I love it” you giggled, and you saw the smile creep onto his face as he failed to conceal how much he was enjoying this moment, no matter how clichè it was. He pulled you closer to him so he could have a proper look at you, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his smile as his eyes wandered down your body, taking in how good you looked in his clothes as a familiar feeling of arousal started to rise within him, causing him to quickly try and cloud his brain with any other thoughts, something that was easier said than done as you pulled him over to the mirror to take a picture together, your bodys now pressed against eachother as he put his arms around you, smiling for the camera.

“These are so cute! Look!”

They really were cute.

“Send me those,”

“I expect to see them printed onto giant posters and stuck up around the house” you smiled as you sent the photos to him.

“As if I’d put them up and let other people see how good you look right now,”

You were surprised at his reply but you laughed, “I’m stood here with messy hair and no makeup on, people would probably think someone had a gun to your head to take these pictures with me”

He laughed, “well I think you look sexy in my clothes, you look way better than I would for sure”

“Shut uppp” you smiled, “and stop looking at me like that!” You reached up to cover his eyes and he caught hold of your wrists, peeking over your palms.

“Look at you like what?”

“You know how!”

“I don’t, enlighten me”

“Your eyes go all soft and you just look at me with a little smirk on your face! Stop!”

“Why? Does it get to you, Y/N?” He cocked an eyebrow and the smirk came back, making you exclaim out of frustration as you pulled your hands away from his and ran over to the bed, hiding yourself under the covers.

He laughed, following after you and hugging the mound your body made through the duvet, “you’re so annoying,”

“And you love it,”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do,”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled as you moved around underneath him, finally re-emerging into the open air. You were a little surprised at how close his face was to yours but you didn’t react, just closing your eyes to let him brush some stray strands of hair from your forehead. You felt his lips follow soon after, pressing a kiss just above the space between your eyebrows.

“I do wanna kiss you on the lips but I know we’re supposed to be behaving ourselves,” he spoke lowly, his voice making you open your eyes again to look up at him.

You tried to hold back your smile, playing it cool. “Well, it could technically be a goodnight kiss? We did just go on a date after all”

“Hmm, that’s true” he hummed, his gaze moving slowly from your eyes to your mouth as he edged a little closer. “Behaving is no fun anyway, right?”

“Someone’s not feeling shy anymore,”

“What can I say? Seeing you in nothing but my shirt has that effect on me” he smiled, closing the gap between you both as he manouvered around the duvet, careful not to break the kiss as he joined you under the covers. A shiver was sent up your spine as goose bumps broke out across your skin, your warm body obviously too sensitive to handle the touch of his icy fingertips. “Sorry, baby” he mumbled against your lips as he hooked an arm around you, making sure he was as close to you as possible to warm you up again, but his free hand was unable to hold back from wandering, carefully tracing itself up your leg before stopping at the thigh, giving it a squeeze, thoughts of him kissing and nipping and trailing his tongue up the soft skin now flashing through his mind, making him realise how desperate he was to have you writhing and moaning under his mouth, just the thought of it was intoxicating.

That was the first night you’d ever shared a bed together, all the other cuddles and erasure of eachothers personal space was usually not able to get this far as he’d tell you he had to go cause he has work early the next day, when in fact he was just heading out on his nightly shift of dealing, leaving you to sleep alone, none the wiser. Still, you took the moment in, your mind wandering back to the way he’d gripped and traced your thighs, fingers teasing the waistband of your underwear before tearing himself away and hiding his face in your neck, his lips still pressing kisses but softer this time, mumbling how much you mean to him as he gingerly tip-toed around the 3 words he knew he felt but wasn’t quite ready to speak into existence, his aura changing from needing release to needing affection, almost giving you whiplash as he did so.

He was mysterious to you, you wanted to keep searching his soul until you worked out what the missing puzzle piece was but you didn’t know where to start. Instead, you just enjoyed the moment, appreciating the way the sunlight that had broken through the crack in the curtains graced his face, illuminating how pretty he was.

You wished you could stay like this forever, wrapped up in his arms as even in his sleep he held you closely, never wanting you to leave his embrace because it brought him comfort. Comfort to know that you were here, with him, happy and safe and content. It’s all he wanted.

Sadly though, all good things must come to an end.

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Tae spat onto the rain covered pavement, leaving a small puddle of red to spread out on the grey tarmac, blood trickling down from his nose and onto his white dress shirt, mimicking the pattern of the raindrops that had now soaked through his clothes. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

He got back to his car, bloody knuckles scraping against the inside of his trouser pockets, sending a familiar yet out-dated pain to course through his nerves as he pulled out his phone, sending a message to his boys about the event that had just taken place.

It was supposed to be a quick job, a quick job that if completed would mean that he could spend the whole night with you tomorrow, but instead, it was a dirty trap. The deal had gone wrong and Taehyung was jumped by 3 men, all of them trying their best to overpower him and drag him to the floor, expecting to get away with the money and the drugs, but Tae wasn’t the weak fool they expected him to be. Despite the odds not being in his favour, he walked away with all the goods he arrived with, leaving the men with nothing but bullet wounds and broken bones.

He slumped back into the drivers seat, a dull ache pulsating through his right eye after sustaining multiple hits to the side of the face, his split lip throbbing mercilessly, yet he didn’t react. It had been a while since something like this had happened, but he’d been through far worse during his time in the industry, the scars literred across his body were proof of that.

To him, the bigger problem was that he knew he had to avoid you for a week or two, he needed enough time for his face to heal before seeing you again. Sure, he could lie and say he was mugged, or a crazy person attacked him in th street, but his pride was far too great for that. He’d never admit a false defeat.

The first lie of a business trip in Busan lasted a few days, believable enough for him to avoid having to see you, but he made sure to call and text as much as he could, wanting to make it clear that he wasn’t just avoiding you altogether.

“Boss, I caught wind that Yongguk isn’t happy about what happened that night you fought his men. He thinks you dishonoured him and he wants payback.”

Taehyung scoffed, “he wants payback? What is wrong with that guy? He’s the one that ordered for the deal to go bad, it’s not my fault his men aren’t trained well enough to take on one man”

“I know, but we’ve always known that he’s fucked up. Apparently two out of the three men he sent to you died, so he wants to even the playing field, I’m not sure if that means to come and kill you or any of us but he’s got a plan brewing.”

“Well I’m not gonna let him or anyone else hurt you guys, they can come for me all they want, but you’re not getting harmed, I can tell you that much.”

“No, we will stand alongside you. What’s the plan?”

“Well we’ll have to find out some more info first so go with Hoseok and Jungkook and try to find out as much as you can. We’ll gather here tonight at about 10 to talk it over.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Thank you.”

With a bow of his head Jimin left Tae’s office, leaving him alone to think about everything that was suddenly coming his way.

His phone started to ring, snapping him out of his thoughts. Y/N flashing up in bold across his screen.

“Hey Tae,”

“You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just miss you..you’ve been so m.i.a lately”

“I’m sorry, I just- after the Busan trip I felt a little unwell..I think I’ve come down with something and didn’t want to get you sick too, but believe me I miss you aswell”

“Oh no, what’s wrong?”

“Uhm I’m not sure really, I keep getting headaches and feeling sick”

“Oh no, rest lots and make sure you eat enough, do you need anything?”

“No thanks baby, I’m good. I’ll be sure to look after myself so I can see you again soon, I promise I’ll spoil you to make up for lost time” he frowned, feeling guilty for all the lies he’s told over the past week.

“You don’t need to, just seeing you again will be enough,”

“Aren’t you cute,”

“The cutest,” he could hear your smile through the phone and it made him feel warm, “now get some rest, I want you to be better as soon as possible! No excuses!”

“Yes ma’am! I’ll try my best and I’ll see you soon, thank you for calling me, I don’t deserve you”

You laughed a little, “shut up, there’s no need to thank me! I’ll see you soon, Tae” you smiled, and even though he couldn’t see you he smiled too,

“See you, y/n”

When you hung up he sighed, putting his head in his hands. He couldn’t keep this up for much longer.

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That evening tae invited his boys over for them to relay any information they found so they could devise a plan of action against Yixing and whatever he was plotting.

“We need to take him out, Tae. The longer he’s around, the more shit he’s gonna cause. He’s insane.” Yoongi spoke up, shaking his head at the information Jimin told to the group.

“I know, but it’s not as simple as that. We need to be tactical. If we know he’s planning to ransack us at our next shipment pick up, we’ll be on high alert. We’ll change our formation. It’ll only be the start so we need to keep two steps ahead, but the fact we have the information means we’re heading in the right direction.”

“We could set up a decoy shipment? We could reroute and pick up from a different dock? That’ll buy us some time?”

“Good idea, let’s work this out”

The boys continued to brainstorm their ideas for the next few hours, but little did Taehyung know that you were on your way over to surprise him with some dinner, expecting him to be in bed unwell.

When you arrived you knocked on the door just as Yoongi was coming out of the kitchen, a bottle of beer in hand. He looked through the spyhole, seeing you stood holding a bag of food. “I got it!” Yoongi called out, thinking you were the delivery girl for the dinner they’d ordered.

He opened the door and you were confused, “is Taehyung here?”

“Uh yeah, but I can just take it, thank you, have a good night”

He took the bag from you and you you furrowed your eyebrows, stopping the door with your hand as he went to close it.

“Wait-I’m confused, who are you?”

“Why does it matter? Taehyung is here, we ordered this on his account, but he’s busy so I answered the door”

“I’m not a delivery person?”

“Then who are you? Why do you wanna see Taehyung so badly? Oh god, did he hook up with you? I-“

“What? No?” You felt a weird sensation in your stomach, had he been hooking up with other girls? All of this was making you feel uneasy. Something was going on. “Can you just get him? He’s my friend and I was bringing him dinner because I thought he was sick.”

The man in front of you looked confused, he hadn’t seen or heard of you before. “What’s going on? Is the order wrong?”

Perfect timing.

When Tae appeared beside Yoongi you gasped at the bruises on his face, his bottom lip still swollen and scabbed from being split. You saw his eyes grow wide and he felt his heart fall into his stomach. He didn’t expect you to be here.

“This girl said she’s your friend and she made you dinner cause you’re sick?”

“Yeah Tae, I thought you were sick. Not battered and bruised, what’s going on? What happened to you?” You were dying to cup his face and kiss his bruises better but you knew he was keeping something from you, so you stood your ground.

Yoongi looked between you and Tae before backing up, sensing the tension in the air. “I’ll just go put this in the kitchen..”

Taehyungs heart was beating out of his chest, he almost wished Yoongi hadn’t left you two alone, he didn’t want to get into a fight with you. He didn’t want things to go like this.

“Are you gonna answer me or what?” you crossed your arms, looking up at him, waiting for him to give you an explanation.

He stepped out the house and closed the door behind him, blocking out the sound of the other male voices that were flooding towards you from the living room.

“I uhm..I don’t really know what to say..”

“What do you mean you don’t know what to say? You seemed to have a lot to say before when you were making up lies about being sick”

His head was spinning as he tried to think of a response, so instead he just bit his bottom lip, looking at the floor. He didn’t have the confidence to look you in the eyes.

“Are you just not interested in me anymore? Is that it? That guy asked me if I was one of your hookups, is that what you’ve been doing this whole time? Am I just one of your throw away girls?”

“What? No! I’m not hooking up with anybody! I only want to be with you, nobody else! There’s never been anyone else!”

You felt your chest tighten at his words. “How can I believe you when I know you’re still keeping something from me?”

“I just don’t want things to change, I know as soon as I tell you the truth you’re gonna see me differently and I’m scared of that..I-I don’t want to lose you again.”

You suddenly felt scared, maybe you didn’t want to know the truth.

“I’m scared now too, but just tell me. I want to know.”

He took a deep breath, thinking it all through. He realised that there was no way out of this now, and that he had to finally tell you the truth. The jig was up.

“Okay, fine..but can we talk about this in my car? I don’t want anyone listening.”

You nodded, “yeah, fine.”

He disappeared back into the house for a moment to retrieve his keys, trying his best to psych himself up for what was about to happen. He wasn’t sure how you were going to react, the enclosed space of his car possibly becoming the worst place to talk if you end up shouting, but it was too late to go back on himself now. He’d wasted enough time.

Once you both sat down in the front seats you turned to face him while he focused on the steering wheel, still too afraid to make eye contact.

You looked at his swollen, busted lip and the shadows of bruises that took over the side of his face. Had he been mugged? Who would do something like this to him? Why wouldn’t he just tell you?

You suddenly felt a swirl of anxiety in the pit of your stomach and you just wanted to know the truth. Whatever it was, you just had to make sure he wasn’t in danger.

“Tae, please just tell me, I’m worried about you.”

“Please promise me you won’t hate me,”

“What?”

He looked at you for the first time this evening, his eyes panicked. “If I tell you, please don’t hate me. I’ve been scared to tell you this whole time because I’m scared you’ll hate me and you won’t want me in your life anymore. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you, but I don’t want to lose you, not again.”

The anxious swirl returned, this time in the form of a tsunami as it moved to engulfed your chest, your eyes still on his bruised ones as he pleaded to you.

“I-I can’t promise that because I don’t know what you’ve done, Tae. You know me, I will try my best to understand you because I don’t want to lose you either, but we can’t work through something unless I know what it is.”

He took a deep breath, seeming defeated, but he knew you were right. He couldn’t expect you to promise that when he knew the kind of person he was.

“Okay..I’ll tell you.”

And with that, he turned back to the steering wheel, his gaze on his lap, and he told you everything. He told you about the real business his family had been involved in growing up, the trading of arms and drugs and any other illegal substance you could think off. All of which became his after his father had died. All of which became his and that’s why he disappeared.

He told you about his men, one of which you’d met at the door, and how without them he’d never have made it this far, because even though he was their boss, they were a team and together they ran the underground scene.

He told you about the things he’s done and the things he’s seen in order to to get to where he is today and you couldn’t even talk. You were in shock. You watched as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes closed as he thought back on his career and the life he leads.

Finally he told you about his face and why he’d been avoiding you. He was too scared to let you know about the real him. The real him that laundered and blackmailed and fought in back alleys in the middle of the night after a deal’s gone bad. The real him that killed people. Albeit to stay alive, but he still killed.

He looked in pain as he wrapped up his explanation, his eyes threatening to brim over with tears. He really was a terrible person. He was selfish to expect you to stay. He was wrong to even bring you into all of this, lulling you into a false sense of comfort. He was disgusting and he hated himself.

“I just-I just didn’t want you to know me as this person, I didn’t want you to get wrapped up in my life and the shiftiness that comes along with it. I wanted you to see me as a better person, someone that reminded you of teenage me, of the good memories we had together, but-but I realise now that that’s not fair. You deserve better than this, better than me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You saw the brimming tears finally roll down his cheeks and he wiped them away. The silence in the car becoming deafening.

You couldn’t process anything he had just said. Being a gangster was one thing, selling drugs and buying guns, but murder? He was a murderer.

You felt your body shake with agitation, you felt sick.

How could he be capable of that? With his own bare hands? The same hands that held yours. The same hands that pulled you close to him and wrapped you in a hug. The same hands that ran through your hair and held your face as he kissed you.

“Please say something..” he sniffed as he turned to you, trying to find some kind of emotion on your face.

“I uhm..I think I need to go. I-I’m sorry but I’ve gotta go.”

Your gaze flashed up to his before gathering yourself and getting out, keeping your head down as you rushed back across his front garden and down his drive, almost reaching the front gate when you heard him call after you.

“Y/N, please! Wait! What does this mean?” You knew he wasn’t asking about your almost relationship, but more so whether or not you’d ever speak to him again.

You stopped in your tracks, turning back to him, you wished you hadn’t after seeing his face. He looked like a kicked puppy. You felt a twang in your chest as you fought between your head and your heart, but in the end you decided to stay neutral.

“I need some time to think, Tae. I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry.”

You tore yourself away from him and hurried out the gate, almost bumping into the real delivery boy on your way out.

You practically ran back to your car, locking the door behind you as you rested your head against the steering wheel, closing your eyes.

You couldn’t believe it.

[twistedmindtales]

The Penthouse

Justin was a wealthy stock trader known for his extravagant lifestyle, reveling in the opulence that money had bestowed upon him. Now in his mid-thirties, he hailed from a modest family in a small town, he grew up with dreams that seemed far out of reach. Yet, even from a young age, Justin possessed an unwavering determination and an insatiable hunger for success. His analytical mind and innate ability to predict market trends led him to pursue a career as a stock trader.

Leaving his hometown behind, he ventured to Wall Street, immersing himself in the fast-paced world of finance. With relentless dedication and a sharp intellect, he swiftly ascended the ranks, accumulating a significant fortune and earning a reputation as a shrewd trader.

Charismatic and confident, Justin exuded an air of self-assurance that commanded attention. His belief in his abilities drove him forward, propelling him through high-pressure situations with ease. Ambition coursed through his veins, and he refused to settle for anything less than extraordinary. Setting his sights on ambitious goals, he pursued them with relentless tenacity, using his sharp intellect and a keen eye for opportunities to make calculated decisions. Though his drive sometimes manifested as arrogance, it stemmed from his unmatched confidence in his capabilities.

Yet, beneath his ambitious exterior, Justin wrestled with an insatiable hunger for more. The pursuit of success often left him yearning for greater heights, preventing him from fully appreciating his accomplishments. There was a constant fear of complacency lurking within him, driving him to seek the next big challenge. With his thirst for material wealth and status, Justin struggled to find true contentment. Once he amassed his fortune trading on Wall Street, he now purchased the tallest and most luxurious penthouse condo in the heart of Los Angeles.

It was an architectural marvel that offered breathtaking views of the sprawling city below, with its shimmering lights and pulsating energy. Perched high above the bustling streets of L.A., Justin’s luxurious penthouse exuded an air of refined elegance. From the moment one stepped into the grand foyer, they were enveloped in an atmosphere of unparalleled luxury and sophistication.

The entrance hall, lined with gleaming marble floors, bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that cascaded from the lofty ceiling. Intricately designed wall sconces dotted the walls, casting gentle light upon the exquisite artwork. Moving deeper into the penthouse, an expansive living area awaited, showcasing a harmonious blend of contemporary timeless aesthetics.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the panoramic views of the City of Angels, where the shimmering lights of the sprawling metropolis stretched as far as the eye could see. A state-of-the-art home theater system seamlessly merged into the walls, providing a sanctuary for cinematic indulgence. Adjacent to the living area, a gourmet chef’s kitchen beckoned, replete with sleek granite countertops, top-of-the-line appliances, and custom-designed cabinetry that housed an impressive collection of culinary treasures. A sprawling center island, illuminated by delicate pendant lights, served as the heart of this culinary haven, inviting guests to gather and witness the masterful culinary creations that would emanate from its depths, although Justin dined alone most evenings.

The master suite, a sanctuary of tranquility and indulgence, awaited at the end of a private corridor. Upon entering, one was greeted by an expanse of space adorned with plush, handcrafted furnishings. A king-sized bed, adorned with sumptuous linens and an array of meticulously arranged accent pillows, stood as the centerpiece, commanding attention. A private parlor behind a small inconspicuous door off the bedroom, adorned with rich mahogany bookcases and a custom-designed desk, offered a retreat for Justin’s intellectual pursuits. The ensuite bathroom, a masterpiece in its own right, boasted floor-to-ceiling Italian marble, cascading rain showers, and a decadent soaking tub that overlooked the breathtaking Los Angeles skyline. Ornate gold fixtures sparkled under the gentle glow of intricately designed chandeliers, adding a touch of regality to the space. Throughout the penthouse, an intelligent home automation system seamlessly integrated technology with the utmost sophistication. From the touch of a button, the ambient lighting would adjust, music would softly waft through hidden speakers, and motorized curtains would glide open, revealing the majestic vista outside.

The piece de resistance of Justin’s castle, a sprawling outdoor terrace awaited, beckoning Justin and his guests to bask in the glory of the city night sky. A sparkling infinity pool stretched towards the horizon, seemingly merging with the sky, while plush loungers and sumptuous seating arrangements provided the perfect setting for sun-soaked relaxation or elegant soirées under the stars.

Amidst the resplendent backdrop of his penthouse, Justin decided to host an extravagant gathering to commemorate the closure of a momentous business deal. The space was transformed into a scene of revelry and excess, as the crème de la crème of the business world mingled with glasses of champagne in hand. Guests, adorned in designer attire, oozed an air of self-importance as they engaged in spirited conversations, their voices laced with arrogance and thinly veiled competition.

Alexander proclaimed, “Did you hear about my latest acquisition? It’s a game-changer, I tell you.”

Penelope scoffed in response, “Oh, that’s cute. But let me tell you about my recent expansion into international markets. It’s only a matter of time before I dominate them all.”

“Please, both of you, step aside. My latest venture capital investment is the talk of the town. The future of Los Angeles belongs to me!” Maxwell said while popping his collar.

Amidst the cacophony of boastful declarations and competitive chatter, Justin’s weariness from the festivities and celebratory libations began to take its toll. As the night wore on, he found himself growing increasingly aware of subtle, yet peculiar happenings within his opulent abode. Whispers seemed to linger in the air as if carried by unseen forces, and shadows danced with mischievous energy. Drunk and disoriented, Justin’s senses played tricks on him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the elegant paintings lining the walls observed the soirée with a mischievous glint in their eyes. The flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows that seemed to move of their own accord, adding an eerie touch to the luxurious ambiance.

Justin was the only one who seemed to notice.

As he stumbled through the lavish space, his steps grew unsteady as he encountered his reflection in a grand mirror. For a fleeting moment, he swore that his own reflection had smirked back at him, the contours of his face twisted in a sinister grin before returning to its familiar visage. Echoing whispers again floated through the air, carrying snippets of conversations long past or that may have never existed at all. A soft touch of a breeze suddenly tickled the nape of his neck, though no windows were open to invite such a draft.

Disoriented and increasingly unnerved while struggling to maintain his composure, Justin decided to retreat to the solace of his private parlor. The sanctuary offered a much-needed reprieve from the overwhelming presence of his self-absorbed guests and increasingly strange occurrences.

The room, shrouded in shadows, seemed to pulsate with otherworldly energy. The elegant furniture that once exuded comfort now loomed with an unsettling presence. The once-vibrant colors appeared distorted as if painted with shades unseen by mortal eyes.

Justin quickly burst through the small door leading to his bedroom and collapsed onto his bed, the weight of the evening and the inexplicable events pressing upon his weary mind. As he drifted between sleep and consciousness, his thoughts swirled with questions and trepidation. Was it the alcohol playing tricks on his senses, or had his penthouse become a stage for something far beyond his comprehension?

As the night wore on, and the final echoes of the gathering faded into silence, Justin’s exhaustion consumed him. Eyes heavy with weariness, he succumbed to a weighted slumber.

As the morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Justin groaned and reluctantly stirred from his alcohol-induced slumber. His head throbbed mercilessly, and a parched tongue clung to the roof of his mouth. Disoriented, he initially believed that the previous night’s unsettling occurrences were merely the byproduct of an overindulgent celebration.

Shaking off the remnants of his hangover, Justin rose from his bed and began to wander aimlessly through the expansive penthouse. The space, adorned with its lavish decor, appeared as it always had. Yet, a nagging sense of unease tugged at the edges of his consciousness, his only relief was seeing that his guests had all left and seemingly cleaned up after themselves.

As he moved from room to room, Justin’s footsteps echoed through the expanse, seeming oddly hushed against the plush carpets beneath his feet. He cast his gaze upward, expecting to see familiar ceilings, but something caught his attention. The height of the penthouse seemed subtly different—almost imperceptibly taller than he remembered.

Puzzled, Justin’s eyes traced the walls, searching for clues. The crown molding that had once elegantly framed the rooms now stood slightly higher, accentuating the lofty ceilings. The custom-made furniture, which had once fit perfectly within the space, now appeared ever so slightly dwarfed against the expanded dimensions of the penthouse.

With a furrowed brow, Justin continued his exploration. The windows, once offering a mesmerizing view of the Los Angeles skyline, now seemed to be positioned higher, as if the penthouse itself had been lifted closer to the heavens. The breathtaking panorama appeared distorted, the familiar landmarks below appearing minuscule against the backdrop of the city.

Every corner he turned, every detail he observed, heightened Justin’s unease. The grand chandeliers that had once graced the ceilings now dangled at an uncomfortably greater distance from the floor. The art pieces that had once adorned the walls seemed to shrink in proportion, lost within the expanse of the newly elongated space.

His heart quickened, and a sense of apprehension settled within him. It was as if the penthouse itself had undergone an inexplicable transformation, stretching upward in defiance of the laws of physics. The very architecture of his sanctuary seemed to mock his attempts to find normalcy, whispering an unsettling truth—that the events of the previous night were not merely the delusions of an intoxicated mind. Justin reached for his phone only to find that he was not receiving any service at these new heights. He rushed towards the elevator, and it was as if the elevator car was thirty floors below and completely unreachable. The door that lead to the emergency stair exit was now covered and was like it never existed at all.

Bewildered, Justin couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that he had stumbled into an altered reality, where the dimensions of his penthouse exceeded the boundaries of normalcy and he had lost all contact with the outside world. The once-familiar dwelling now loomed with an eerie grandeur, leaving him to question if he had unwittingly stepped into a twisted realm where the laws of space and perception were forever changed. With each passing day, the frequency and intensity of these disturbances escalated, unsettling the very core of his being. Shadows danced on the periphery of his vision, objects shifted position when his back was turned, and eerie sounds reverberated through the halls, chilling his soul.

One fateful night, Justin awoke to a chilling realization that his once-familiar sanctuary had been irrevocably altered. His disheveled state of mind was met with a surreal scene, as his bedroom had undergone a profound transformation. The meticulously arranged furniture now adorned unfamiliar corners, and his bed had inexplicably migrated to the opposing wall. Paralyzed by fear, he grasped at straws, attributing this bizarre occurrence to the mischievous antics of his affluent companions—a high-stakes prank orchestrated by those who reveled in his fortune. But this was no prank, and his friends seemed light-years away.

Nevertheless, the passage of time shattered Justin’s fragile illusions. The ethereal metamorphosis within his home grew increasingly extreme, plunging him into a maelstrom of disorientation and despair. The very architecture of the walls seemed to shift and contort, defying the laws of physics and reaching unimaginable heights nearing the edge of the Earth’s atmosphere. Mysterious symbols and cryptic markings etched themselves onto surfaces, their enigmatic origins eluding comprehension. The once-secure walls now seemed to harbor an otherworldly force, tightening its grip on Justin’s sanity.

The anxiety and fear made him pass out on the floor and when he awoke, he was no longer confined to the familiarity of his fancy penthouse. Instead, he found himself confined within a sterile, antiseptic chamber devoid of windows or discernible exits. The stark white walls offered no solace, their pristine surfaces mocking his predicament. Trapped and alone, Justin’s heart pounded with trepidation, his breath hitching as he realized that he was now at the mercy of an otherworldly presence.

These extraterrestrial beings, tall and slender with elongated limbs and piercing black eyes, conducted their clandestine observations upon Justin. Their elongated fingers probed and prodded as if dissecting the secrets of his very existence. Terror coursed through his veins, pleading eyes beseeching for mercy, yet the enthralling gaze of the aliens remained impassive, oblivious to his desperate cries which seemed to have no actual sound.

Justin found himself subjected to a series of bewildering and unsettling experiments. Initially, the alien beings conducted physical examinations, meticulously analyzing his body from head to toe. Their touch was precise and clinical as if they were studying an intriguing specimen. They scanned him with advanced devices, emitting faint hums and glows as they delved into the intricacies of his physiology.

As the days turned into weeks, the experiments took on a more invasive nature. Justin was subjected to strange devices that emitted eerie lights and emitted low-frequency vibrations. The aliens seemed to be testing the limits of his endurance and resilience, pushing him to the edge of his physical and mental capabilities.

They probed his mind, delving deep into his memories and thoughts, seeking to unravel the intricacies of human consciousness. Justin’s thoughts and emotions were laid bare, his innermost secrets exposed to these otherworldly beings. It was an invasion of privacy that left him feeling vulnerable and violated.

The aliens, driven by an insatiable curiosity, continued their relentless exploration. They exposed Justin to bizarre environments, altering gravity and atmospheric conditions to observe his reactions. They manipulated time itself, subjecting him to accelerated or decelerated experiences that distorted his sense of reality.

Through it all, Justin’s pleas and protests fell on deaf ears. The aliens seemed incapable of understanding his distress, their motives and intentions were shrouded in enigmatic silence. He became a mere pawn in their pursuit of knowledge, a specimen trapped in their inscrutable experiment.

The sense of dread that had initially consumed Justin grew with each passing day. He realized that escape was futile, and a profound sense of hopelessness settled over him. Days turned into weeks, and any glimmer of hope flickered like a dying ember. The confines of the alien vessel became his prison, the relentless experimentation an inescapable torment. He witnessed the boundaries of his endurance crumble, consumed by the unshakable certainty that he would never again witness the embrace of the outside world. Dread constricted his every thought, the lingering fear of forever languishing within the clutches of these inscrutable beings—an existence devoid of all hope and devoid of the life he once knew.

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