Sage entered the room, and her gaze was drawn to the bed, where Snowflake was sleeping.
"Cyrus." She called, closing the door behind her.
Even with the fireplace lit, the room was colder than usual. The wind was quite strong, causing the drapes covering the windows to sway from side to side.
Her steps were slow as she looked around the room, and her gaze was drawn to the balcony as she walked towards it, where she saw Cyrus relaxing his back against the railing with his eyes closed.
The wind caused his hair to sway majestically, and his baggy shirts to blow as well, making him look very attractive at the time.
The night sky was devoid of stars and moons, and it was obscured by slightly grey clouds.
"Cyrus." She called again and came to a halt in front of him.
"Are you done?" Cyrus asked flatly, without opening his eyes.
"Done?" Sage was perplexed.
"You embraced him." Cyrus said, his brow furrowed in disgust.
