The power of love

The tattooed male figure entered the penthouse and stood at the entrance, surveying the surroundings. Finally, after months in the hospital and rehabilitation, he was back at home.

The rooms were built with wood and concrete, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the city below. Everything was spotless, from glossy hardwood floors to plump cushions in the seating area. It looked like a luxurious setting straight out of a magazine - but it didn't feel like his home.

Every space lacked presence, emotion or memory as Jiro strolled around. He wondered if his roommate was there, since he didn't join him on his way out of the hospital as he initially wanted to.

The multimillionaire opened the door to the walk-in closet and saw all of his tailored suits, crisp shirts, and stylish trousers, neatly arranged on the shelves.