Fresh Start or a Damn Funeral Gift?

Justin followed Sasha into what was supposed to be his bedroom—except, yeah, this wasn't his room. At all.

This place was expensive as fuck. Dark-themed, rich in deep charcoal and midnight blue, with soft dark theme lighting casting just the right amount of dramatic glow. A massive bed, larger than necessary for a single guy, sat at the center with lush black bedding and a ridiculous number of pillows, as if someone expected him to drown in comfort.

The headboard was a sleek leather panel with built-in lighting, and everything screamed luxury—no, not just luxury—but that borderline absurd rich people don't even sleep here, they just look at it type of vibe.