Ziana spun around, surprise replacing her initial shock at Zayden's unexpected entrance. The room's dim lighting cast a subtle glow on him as he leaned against the headboard, the towel she had tossed now draped across his crossed legs on the bed. Her eyes fixated on him, captivated by the midnight pupils reflecting a glint of red in the darkness.
Curses! This was precisely why she avoided reading comics. Even his casual posture radiated an exquisite charm that set butterflies loose in her stomach.
"What—" Ziana began, her words stumbling as she realized he had been there all along, a fact obscured by her muddled thoughts. Straightening herself, she asked, "Why are you here?"
"I felt someone cursing me badly and realized it must be you," Zayden replied, making Ziana scowl while secretly reveling in the joy that fluttered in her heart. He crossed his arms and continued, "So, what were you saying earlier?"
