The atmosphere in the dorm was thick with anticipation as twilight painted the sky in shades of deep purple and soft gold. The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, casting playful shadows that danced across the room.
Lyra, with her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, sat casually on the edge of her bed, her piercing gold eyes sparkling with mischief. She could sense the tension in the air, a palpable energy that hummed between them.
Victor stood by the window, his petite frame almost lost in the expansive space around him. He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling within him, his soft green eyes darting between Lyra and Sylvia.
