As Lise and I entered the dining hall, the echoes of our laughter and the warmth of our post-shower intimacy still lingered between us. The world seemed to be coated in a soft, protective layer that made everything feel a little bit lighter, a little bit easier. I felt her hand brush against mine, a simple touch that sent a ripple of comfort through me.
The scent of food wafted through the air, mingling with the low hum of chatter from the other students. I could still feel the remnants of our shared shower clinging to my skin, a subtle reminder of the closeness we had just experienced.
My thoughts were still wrapped in that comforting haze when I saw her Thalira, standing near the entrance, her presence like a sudden drop in temperature.
Her eyes, sharp and burning with a mix of jealousy and something far darker, locked onto mine the moment we stepped inside.
