Chapter 861 – That Kind of 'Fighting'
The morning came.
"Here I thought you guys were fighting last night… but it turned out to be that kind of 'fighting'."
Lux didn't open his eyes immediately.
Because that voice?
Yeah.
That tone?
That very specific mix of judgment, curiosity, and "I already know everything but I want to hear you explain anyway"?
Mira.
His internal clock usually had already dragged him out of sleep seconds before someone appeared in his room. But being woken up by someone else?
That was new.
Annoying.
…Interesting.
He cracked one eye open first.
Then the other.
Light filtered through the curtains, soft and gold, painting the aftermath of last night in very unforgiving clarity.
Yeah.
"Storm" was a polite way to describe it.
