The morning mist clung to the manicured hedges of the Armitage estate, silver and thick, mirroring the state of the house itself—quiet, cold, and layered with secrets. Inside the master suite, the light was filtered through heavy silk curtains, creating a soft, ethereal glow that hit the edge of the bed where Arm lay, his eyes open and tracking the dust motes dancing in the air.The morning mist clung to the manicured hedges of the Armitage estate, silver and thick, mirroring the state of the house itself—quiet, cold, and layered with secrets. Inside the master suite, the light was filtered through heavy silk curtains, creating a soft, ethereal glow that hit the edge of the bed where Arm lay, his eyes open and tracking the dust motes dancing in the air.
