(Author's POV)
*Click open* …. door closes.
"What the hell is wrong with me? I should get these idiomatic, rash thoughts out of my mind. I can't think of them like that," Myra mumbled to herself, slapping her cheeks before switching on the lights. Her mind kept replaying the tense moment with Brave and Elio, one after another. As her fingers hovered around the switch, a voice, as dominant and stern as a thunderclap, echoed in her room, "For whom are you having these rash thoughts, uhh?"
She yelped in surprise and tripped on her slippers, landing on her butt. Her eyes darted towards the source.
Alaric was standing right in front of the open window, clinking the lighter. The light illuminated from the moon, casting a deathly pallor over his chiselled, symmetrical features. Her eyes widened with panic as she muttered, "What~ …. what are you~ …. what are you doing in my room, Alaric?"
