Chapter 3: Ace’s Room
- Jan 2
- 4 min read
Elias stood at the threshold, heart pounding. The door before him pulsed with a golden glow, humming as though the wood itself had a heartbeat. The warm light spilling through the crack painted the edges of the hallway in a golden hue. Everything else, the other doors, the walls, even the mirror, had dulled. Faded. This was the only thing alive. He reached for the handle. It wasn’t cold like he expected. It was warm. Inviting. He pushed. The door opened into something. The air shifted. Music slipped out first—Bass-heavy, sultry, full of mischief. Not a song he recognized, but it felt familiar. Something that made your body move before your brain caught up. Elias stepped inside.
Velvet.
That was his first impression.
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