Chapter 94: Sweet Dream Or Nightmare
Inside a lavishly furnished, spacious room, two men lay on separate king-sized beds. The air-conditioning hummed softly, maintaining the perfect temperature, while thick duvets covered them snugly.
The place was nothing short of luxurious—almost surreal in its extravagance.
One of the men stirred awake, his eyelids fluttering as a dull ache settled at the back of his head. His breathing was slow, measured, until realization struck. His eyes snapped open.
’WhereamI?’
His heart lurched as he sat up abruptly, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. The unfamiliar surroundings pressed in on him, suffocating in their perfection. The room was breathtaking—too perfect. A massive chandelier dangled from the ceiling, casting a soft golden glow. The walls were adorned with intricate patterns, gold trimming lining every corner.
It was the kind of place that only existed in Sweet dreams....Or nightmares.
His gaze darted to the side, settling on a table laden with an assortment of delicacies. A feast. Exotic fruits, chocolates, pastries—every dish meticulously arranged as if awaiting an honored guest. But the unsettling part was how untouched it all seemed. No sign of preparation, no lingering scents of fresh cooking. Just there. Waiting.
His breath hitched.
He quietly slipped out of bed, his legs trembling slightly as his bare feet met the cool marble floor. The sensation was grounding, but it did little to ease the creeping anxiety wrapping around his chest.
Turning towards the other bed, he hesitated before reaching out, shaking the shoulder of the man lying there.
"Jake...," he whispered.