As the afternoon light gently softened and warmed, the clock on the wall showed four o'clock when the door quietly opened. Khione stepped inside with a graceful, quiet movement. She had been gone for hours—maybe running errands or simply giving him some space. But as soon as her ice-blue eyes landed on Nero, she paused. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring thoughtfully out the window, his shoulders tense and his hands resting lightly on his knees. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy, carrying an unspoken weight. She understood without a word—it was another nightmare, another vision, another hint of the darkness hiding deep within him.
Without a word, she gently crossed the room, her presence soft and reassuring. He looked up as she came closer, his deep red eyes meeting hers with a hint of something more—a rawness, a vulnerability he seldom reveals. It was the aftermath of whatever he had just seen, lingering in his gaze.
