Insanely insane
She quickly looked away, her heart pounding harder.
Finally, Aariz stopped before a set of double doors carved with intricate designs. He pushed them open, revealing a room that stole her breath.
It wasn’t just a room—it was a fortress. Rich carpets, heavy curtains, a bed larger than any she had ever seen, draped in black and crimson. On one side, a shelf of books, on the other, a cabinet of weapons—guns, knives, gleaming under dim light. And at the center, on the wall opposite the bed, a massive painting of a beast—its eyes red, its fangs bared, its claws dripping with blood.
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