Web Ref No JRL30412

Nothing in life is ever black and white. Neither is this home. Yet if black is your preference, the choice, dear visitor, is yours - and you know what they say… Once you go black…

As you cross the threshold, the abyss of the open-concept living room yawns before you, its matte wood-strip floors stretching like the ribs of some ancient, slumbering beast. Above, the ceilings brood in darkened splendour, their inky embrace a stark covenant against the pale, trembling light that dares to intrude. And there - ah! - the waterfall stone countertop, a jagged cataract of frozen elegance, commands the bespoke kitchen with the imperious grace of a fallen monarch. Behind it lurks the scullery, a silent accomplice to culinary alchemy, and beyond that, the walk-in pantry - a vault of hidden sustenance, waiting to be plundered.

Adjacent, veiled in quiet solemnity, lies the private boardroom - or lounge, should you prefer - a chamber where whispered deals and ghostly confidences might coil in the air like smoke. And beyond? The back patio, a liminal space where the night itself may press close, murmuring secrets to those who dare to listen.

But the house does not end there. No. Three bedchambers lie in repose, each a sanctuary of shadows, while two bathrooms stand as temples of solitude, their polished surfaces reflecting the flickering candle of your solitude.

And yet - there is more. The grounds themselves conspire in your favour. At the rear, a lone cottage crouches, its single eye alight with the promise of gold - an income-generating spectre, waiting to fill your coffers. Nearby, staff accommodation hums with the quiet industry of unseen hands. The earth, generous and unyielding, offers abundant off-street parking, while the garden sprawls like a wild, untamed dream, its verdant fingers clawing at the sky.

Will you answer its call? Or will you, like so many before you, flee into the safety of the light? The choice, as ever, is yours… if you dare.