Hate him
Nightfall arrived swiftly, engulfing the city in its shroud of darkness. Marcus sought peace in the comforts of a hotel room. Having spent a significant portion of the day driving and dealing with the events at the office, he decided to get a place to rest and recollect his thoughts, delaying his moving in until the next day.
His hotel room was a sanctuary designed for tranquility. Its compact size gave it a sense of coziness he lacked, while the minimal lighting created an atmosphere of peaceful seclusion.
The room boasted elegant black curtains, skillfully blocking out the remnants of the fading sunlight.
The bed, adorned with crisp white sheets and gray duvets, might not have been his color of convenience, but for the night, he was willing to forgo his personal preferences and settle in.
Life truly is boring when there's no one to live it with. The thought swirled in his mind as he pulled open the doors that led to the balcony, allowing the cool night air to wash over him.