Victor remained silent for a few moments after the door closed, his gaze still lost in the landscape outside before finally turning away from the window. He let out a small sigh, stretching his neck slightly, as if releasing the accumulated tension of the trip and everything that came before.
"Okay… let's see what else this madness has in store," he murmured to himself.
He began to walk around the room with calm steps, now observing more closely the details he had previously ignored. The place wasn't just large—it was meticulously furnished. Each piece of furniture seemed hand-picked, each fabric matched the ambiance, each detail screamed control… and money.
That's when he realized.
On the other side of the room, partially separated by an elegant partition, was a bathtub.
And not just any bathtub.
