-Zade Collins:
Morning sunlight seeped weakly through the thick curtains of my bedroom, casting faint golden streaks over the floor. The strong sunlight was the reason why I could not continue sleeping.
The house was quiet now—eerily so, after last night's chaos. Somewhere, far off, I could hear the faint hum of the gardeners starting their early rounds, but otherwise, silence clung to everything.
I sat at the edge of my bed, motionless. Dressed only in my boxer-brief, a necklace dangling between my pecks, my muscular huge thighs lay naked on the bed and my elbows rested on them, and between my fingers, I rolled the small silver V pin over and over again. It glinted faintly in the sunlight whenever it caught the light just right. The sharp V shape felt cold, heavy for something so small.
The material it's made of felt and looked expensive. I'm still not sure if it's made of silver or white gold because I can't tell the difference.
