A sweet fragrance enveloped Enzo's nostrils as he slowly woke from his deep, deathlike slumber. He had been unconscious for so long that even his captors must have assumed he was dead. Good for them that he wasn't.
The moment his eyes opened, his sharp senses immediately scanned the room, and irritation settled over him almost instantly. The bright colors and strangely vibrant atmosphere were already offensive to him, but what truly annoyed him was the fact that he was seated on something soft.
Too soft.
If he didn't know better, he would have assumed he was being treated like an honored guest instead of a prisoner. The bed beneath him was velvet-colored, absurdly luxurious, and the matching curtains hanging around it only made it worse. The thick fabric separated the bed from the rest of the room like some dramatic royal chamber.
"Disgusting," Enzo muttered with visible annoyance. "Purple, velvet, flowers… what is this? A teenage girl's fantasy?"
