Aurelia enters Zayne's apartment quietly, unzipping her boots and setting them aside before she makes her way further inside. She is expecting the apartment to be engulfed in darkness; seeing the time, she notices a light from the kitchen. Upon closer inspection, the light is coming from the refrigerator.
"Zayne?" she whispers, frowning when she doesn't see his figure by the refrigerator. "Zayne?"
Aurelia rounds the kitchen counter in a frantic rush as she spots him hunched over on the floor. Her heart races at the sight of his broad back trembling uncontrollably. Each convulsion seems to ripple through his body, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room is filled with the harsh sounds of his struggle—the grunts and labored panting echoing off the walls.
