The first thing that caught Hazel's eyes was the huge four poster bed with its elaborate drapes in the center and perfect white sheets. The next thing was the burning fireplace that lighted up the dark wood interiors of the room in a moody glow and somewhat reminded her of winter and coffee. The double doors lead to the balcony with it's outdoor hot tub that looked out at the vineyards and the huge grounds was the next thing that fascinated her.
"You are too silent, Hazel," Damien murmured. "Don't you like it? We can shift if you want,"
"You own this place?" Hazel murmured, finally finding her voice as she turned to face him and Damien rolled his eyes.
"Yes, Hazel. I own this place. I owned countless places like this all across the world. Yes, I am very rich and yes I am just twenty-
