For what seems like a long while, Zen stays silent and unmoving beside Anastasia.
She just got knocked out of her consciousness again, falling right back to her slumber. But before she did so, she left quite a shock. She managed to stir him up to an unfathomable degree even though she seemed out of it when she hit him thunderstruck with that love confession.
His crimson red orbs remain glued on her sleeping frame, darkening little by little. Even with the coruscant pool of moonlight that's penetrating through the window beside them and cloaking a good half of his face, he starts emanating a very dark aura that outshines his gleaming profile.
Just a moment ago, Zen is acting all dreamy and starry-eyed. But now, his mood is completely dampened.
"Lucien... August..." he muttered with a deep tone, his expression contorting into a grim one.
"Hmm... So, that's how it is."
