Through the window crack, a strand of white smoke wafted in, spreading invisibly throughout the room.
The silhouette of a young lady graced the window, her slender and delicate neck as graceful and noble as a swan's. Perhaps tired from reading, she slowly lowered her head, resting silently on the desk.
Time passed silently, and in the darkness, every sound became incredibly distinct.
With a creak, the door cracked open, a shadow flitted in with such speed it left almost no trace behind.
The man looked down at the young lady sleeping on her desk, a hint of darkness flashed in the depths of the pair of eyes that were the only part of his face visible.
In the moonlight, the sleeping girl's face was serene, like a quiet, blooming lotus in the night.
