Perched on a private, gated island, the mansion stood three stories high, its exterior a flawless blend of onyx-black stone and sleek glass, reflecting the moonlight like a damn monument to excess. A circular driveway led up to the entrance, where a cascade of stairs flanked by sculpted panthers guided visitors to titanium doors engraved with gold inlays of ancient symbols.
Inside? Pure decadence.
The grand foyer stretched upward, its vaulted ceiling disappearing into a web of gold beams. The floor was black marble, polished to a near-mirror shine, with a handcrafted Persian rug worth more than most people's entire lives lying dead center.
A chandelier of obsidian and crystal hung above, casting fractured light across walls adorned with priceless art and artifacts.
Everywhere—wealth. Power. Control.
