Destined to be His
The house was as mute as a grave, which was nothing out of the ordinary. After all, I was the only soul residing here, in this tremendous luxurious penthouse. One did not need every inch of their brain cells to recognize that this penthouse was in fact designed for a male owner. The dark rustic walls, the lack of décor whatsoever, the lifelessness screaming from every corner of the living area. It was just so masculine, however I had to admit, it was still beautiful. The breathtaking view of the cityscape, as displayed from the gigantic clear windows made up for the plain living quarters. Especially during the golden hours, where the beautiful orange rays of the setting sun would grace the e
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