John (POV)
March 18th, 20xx — 3:35 PM
Zone 3A-Δ – Tenth Floor — Jiang Roulan's Apartment
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I snapped my fingers.
The cold metal chair vanished in a shimmer of digital dust, collapsing into raw code — a system command I'd been saving.
And in its place, the floor pulsed once.
Then reshaped.
With a hiss and low hum, polished blackwood rose from beneath the cement. Sliding panels of obsidian and gold trimmed the walls.
Warm ambient lights dimmed the raw edges of the space.
Then, in the centre, a wide black-and-cream king-sized bed bloomed into existence — high-thread sheets, deep pillows, heavy quilt, and velvet curtain rails for when I wanted silence.
Luxury, summoned in a breath.
Even our clothes vanished with the dismantling.
Mu Qinglan yelped as her body dropped back into the bed, bouncing lightly on the thick mattress, arms flailing before she caught herself.
"W-What?!"
She sat up slightly, breathless, eyes wide.
