His Perfect Obsession
The walls were white, the right part of it, and the left, black, but the one wall with his bed directly infront of it was ash with black and write spirals, and so was his bed.
And to top it all....
Butterflies...
There were insignias of butterflies at every corner of the room.
"Is it to your taste?"
It is that british voice, this time devoid of any game or humour...
Just a need to please.
I see him standing at a glass wall, wearing a white double coat, though backing me, with black trousers and shoes.
His hair is shining white, and he has his gloves on...
Weird.
"You may leave Simeon"
The butler bows and leaves the room.
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