Selene
The High Alpha's mansion wasn't large in the way modern glass homes or futurist condos were; it lacked that desperate showmanship. It wasn't built with the grandiose competition of the wealthy, yet it certainly wasn't understated. It simply was.
The mansion felt like a well-thought-out extension of Mikhail himself. It loomed like a castle without being one—imposing but not arrogant, a monument to restraint rather than vanity. Every line, every plane of glass, and every steel frame was built with an exactitude that mirrored him. Even the air felt regulated, as if spontaneity were a mortal threat to the architecture.
It was cold and impersonal, yet it breathed.
