Ethan swung his leg over his motorcycle, slipping on his helmet with practiced ease.

    The engine roared to life beneath him, and he let the sound wash over him, a reminder of how far he''d come.

    As he pulled out of the parking lot for the last time, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

    The ride to his mansion was smooth, the streets quieter now as the city settled into the early afternoon.

    The outskirts of town were greener, the air fresher, and Ethan couldn''t help but feel like he was stepping into an entirely different world.

    When he reached the long, winding driveway of his new home, the sight of the mansion took his breath away all over again.

    It was even more stunning in person, its sleek design blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings.

    Standing at the gated entrance were two men in sharp black suits. Their posture was firm, their eyes scanning the area with a keen awareness.

    As Ethan approached, one of them stepped forward, a slight smile breaking his otherwise stoic demeanor.

    "Mr. Grey," the guard said, inclining his head. "Welcome home."

    Ethan removed his helmet, his hair slightly tousled from the ride. "Thanks. Everything good here?"

    "All secure, sir. The property''s been swept, and everything is in order."

    Ethan nodded, pushing his motorcycle through the gate as the guards opened it for him.

    Ethan soon stood in the middle of the sprawling living room, the silence pressing in like a soft blanket.

    He let out a low whistle, turning in a slow circle to take in the space.

    His mansion was everything he had imagined and more — sleek modern design, natural lighting pouring in through the massive windows, and a sense of openness that made him feel like he was standing on top of the world.

    Setting the keys down on a nearby marble countertop, he slid out of his leather jacket and tossed it over the back of one of the pristine white couches.

    For a moment, he just stood there, letting the reality sink in.

    This wasn''t a dream. This wasn''t something borrowed or temporary. It was his.

    The seats were plush and reclinable, arranged in tiers facing a massive screen.

    A small popcorn machine sat in the corner, alongside a mini fridge.

    "Now this is living," Ethan said, grinning as he imagined kicking back and watching movies here.

    As he wandered further, he stumbled upon a gym. It was fully equipped, with state-of-the-art machines, free weights, and even a yoga corner with mats neatly rolled up.

    Ethan stepped inside, running his hand over one of the treadmills.

    "I''ve got no excuse not to stay in shape now," he muttered.

    He moved on to the upstairs, where the bedrooms were located.

    The master bedroom, his bedroom, was something out of a luxury hotel.

    The bed was massive, with crisp white sheets and an abundance of pillows.

    Floor-to-ceiling windows offered another stunning view, and a balcony extended from the room, complete with a small seating area.

    The ensuite bathroom was equally extravagant, with a freestanding tub, a rainfall shower, and a double vanity with sleek black fixtures.

    Ethan couldn''t help but admire the design, running his fingers along the cool marble countertop.

    After exploring the rest of the bedrooms — each one just as impressive as the last — Ethan made his way back downstairs and out to the garage.

    It was easily one of his favorite parts of the house.

    The space was massive, with room for at least six vehicles.

    The floors were polished concrete, and the walls were lined with tool cabinets and shelves.

    Ethan wheeled his motorcycle into the garage, parking it neatly in one of the empty spots.

    He took a step back, admiring how the sleek black bike looked against the clean, modern backdrop.

    "Perfect fit," he said with a satisfied nod.

    He spotted a hose and cleaning supplies tucked in one corner and made a mental note to give the bike a proper wash soon.