A house… No, no, this wasn't just a house.
It was a mansion.
A huge, sprawling mansion that stood like a sleeping beast behind thick iron gates, its towering silhouette half-shadowed under the lazy morning sky.
Leo stood still for a moment, blinking in disbelief as he stared up at the gate in front of him. His hand hovered near the intercom, hesitant.
"This can't be just a house… It's a damn castle," he mumbled to himself, his voice dry with awe. "Guess I really did get myself a rich girlfriend."
He chuckled nervously, pressing the button beside the gate.
Nothing.
The intercom stayed quiet, and the heavy gates didn't budge.
Leo pressed the button again, holding it a little longer this time. His finger was still on the panel when suddenly—
"W...ho is it?"
A sleepy, half-broken voice crackled through the speaker. It sounded dazed, confused, and groggy as hell—like someone had just been pulled out of a dream by the unexpected buzz.
