Dark Love Aesthetic Wallpaper 소설 & 이야기

I bit my lips to stop myself from releasing a sigh and was lucky to look up right in time to see that we had reached Damian's room, missing bumping into his back by an inch. He pushed the door open and I walked into one of the most dark aura yet alluring decor I had ever seen. Dimly lit with deep shadowy hues dominated the space with gothic style of chandelier and scones that casted a warm subtle glow creating dramatic elongated shadows. The plush velvet drapes and the antique furniture with dark wood finishes added some sort of richness that was strangely gripping. Beside the extremely wide window was the lush overgrown plants and some dark floral arrangements that brought life to the setti

She felt proud of what she did for once, she did something good. The paint is same as the one outside excluding the shadow grey which would've made it look too manly and less homey. Inside is painted alabaster and corn. The corn wasn't painted but it's one those unique wallpapers that define royalty. Even the wallpapers are enclosed in square shaped p.o.p around it, one of them have a daisy clock that has the shape of a rose. The other two are empty of anything but it still manage to look stylish to her eyes. Just the way they shone in the light and how they brighten up the room is soothing to tensed muscles.

"It's just that you really don't have to tell me anything, because I'm not really asking you to tell me anything now, I know that this is shocking for you, and, to tell the truth, for me too, you are so beautiful, and so many things fall on you, but I'm willing to fight against whatever it takes to be by your side, of course only if you want me to" "Alexander, this is happening very fast, I am very confused, besides everything that is happening with you, inside me very strange things are happening, I have had many visions, where I have seen myself being as if I were a sorceress, I do not know if it is me, or another woman who looks a lot like me, I only know that I am in a terrible state emo

The walls were a deep charcoal, almost black, and the floors of polished concrete gleamed underfoot, cold and sleek. Filled with dark aesthetic art pictures on the shinny walls. The living room sprawled out with endless floor space, its minimalist furnishings in deep shades of gray, black, and silver. A low, angular couch rested atop a dark rug, its texture so luxurious that it felt like velvet beneath her feet.

He took her hand and led her into the bathroom, which to her was a wonder of its own. The beauty of the interior dazzled her. The floor was tiled with a warm caramel color that matched the wall, which was tiled to the ceiling. The ceiling, which was in a color combination of caramel and white, was of a decorative stretch ceiling film, lined with recessed lights. A three dimensional wallpaper displaying a realistic looking waterfall, dominated the entire length of a side of the wall. A large mirror rested on another part of the wall with a large sink attached to a fancy cabinet, sitting beneath it.

The screen filled with beautiful images: soft creams and sage greens, blush pinks and deep navy accents, photos of elegant but simple centerpieces, arched floral backdrops, candle arrangements that looked like they belonged in a fairy tale. I shifted so I could sit in his lap properly. My back rested against his chest. His arms came around me, one hand resting on my stomach like it always did now. I scrolled slowly through the options. "I like this one," I said, pointing at a palette of ivory, pale gold, and dusty blue. "It feels calm. Clean. Like us." Maverick kissed the side of my neck. "I like it too. Simple. Elegant. No over-the-top drama."

Damen stood in the space in front of me, his eyes filled with lust. My heart is pounding so hard, that I worry it might jump straight out of my chest. His space has deep red panels on the walls, and the bed had red and gold bedding. I turn to look over towards where Max is standing and in his area the walls are black with chrome-colored trim, with a four-post bed made of a very dark almost black-colored wood.

Yet this does not resemble anything dark and grey like I thought it would. It’s pretty, the walls are covered in soft blue wallpaper that matches the sofa, decorated with cherry blossom and peacocks. It’s stunning, I wonder how much something like that costs to cover the walls. A flat screen television hangs off the wall currently it is playing with a crackling fire scene, it’s warm and cozy lending itself to make me feel like kicking these damn uncomfortable shoes off my feet and curl up on the sofa with a neat whiskey in my hand. It’s late, I should go to bed, but my arousal needs to be satisfied first.

the designer explained and I blushed as I watched my mother and Luna Sarah smile at each other. “All of them look beautiful,” I replied, unable to decide. It pained me to know that I had to change the colours in the room I had decorated with so much love back then. “Why don’t you put an accent wall behind the bed in charcoal grey balanced with warm beige and gold elements and paint the rest of the room light caramel? It will not only look luxurious, but it will also be a great romantic combination for a bedroom. Or you can create an exciting colour scheme that will be anything but drab by combining yellow and pink unusually and innovatively. Let me show you,” the designer said, grabbing a pa

A living, breathing masterpiece of desire. Dark, decadent, and utterly hypnotic. Walls draped in crimson velvet, a color so deep it bled into black, absorbing the light, swallowing sound. Mirrors. Everywhere. On the ceiling, reflecting the soft, shifting glow of my own naked form, and on most of the walls, multiplying every angle, every breath, every shadowed curve of my body, of us. The lighting was low, a yellow light with a blood-red tint that cast dancing shadows, secrets whispering from every corner.