Julian moved silently through the dimly lit corridors as he approached Isabel's room. Once at her door, he knocked lightly with a smirk playing on his invisible lips.
Moments later, the door creaked open, and Isabel's brows furrowed when she saw no one there. Before she could react further, Julian swiftly stepped inside, grabbing her wrist and closing the door with a quiet click.
Isabel's aura flared instinctively as a wave of panic flashed through her. "Who's there?!" she demanded, her voice was trembling.
The room felt heavier, until Julian's unmistakable laugh broke the silence. He released her wrist, letting the cloak fade just enough to reveal his mischievous grin.
"Relax, Isabel," he said in a low voice. "It's just me."
"Julian?" Isabel's voice shifted between confusion and annoyance.
"What are you doing, and what is up with you?" she said as her eyes scanned the room as if to confirm she wasn't imagining things.
