The apartment was quiet, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside the half-closed curtains. Sein's room was dim, almost dark, but their eyes had already adjusted enough to see each other in soft, shadowy outlines.
Andrey was on top of her, his weight pressing her down into the mattress. His breathing was heavy and ragged, warm against her neck. Sein lay beneath him, her orange hair spread messily across the pillow. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest.
'He's looking at me… so intensely…' she thought, cheeks burning in the darkness.
Her gaze flicked briefly around the room she had slowly started calling home. The same plain walls, the scattered clothes on the floor, the half-empty water bottle on the nightstand — messy and monotonous, just like always. Yet this place had become hers.
