Alice had assumed all the estate buildings would look the same — grand from the outside, with similar layouts, the kind that screamed old and sustained money. Except Block A, of course, had felt like a museum of secrets. But Block D… Block D was different.
Grand? Yes. But she couldn't quite put her finger on why. Was it the deeper hues of the marble? The way the golden sconce lights danced against the subtle metallic textures of the walls? The art that looked curated rather than displayed? Or was it simply that this didn't feel suffocating like Block A… or terrifying like Block C?
She walked beside Hades in silence, her emerald dress brushing his slacks as they entered a separate lounge-style hall, a space that exhaled opulence.
No holding hands. No touching.
