Two days ago, at Darwin Mansion,
The library's hushed atmosphere seemed to amplify the unspoken tensions when Alora teleported. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, casting soft shadows across ancient scrolls and leather-bound volumes. Alora stepped closer to Arihan, her footsteps deliberately measured, each step a careful negotiation of their fragile connection.
In the past few days, Vidor had witnessed how Arihan was treating Alora and how Alora still came by every day. He wanted to leave so that they could talk but Arihan glared at him to stay rooted.
