The gently moonlight spilled across Sheyaan's room wrapping everything in a soft glow Zavian and Sheyaan
stood just inches apart their closeness almost stealing the air bet wee them.
Sheyaan had wrapped both her arms around Zavian's neck, and both of them were looking at each other very deeply.
Zavian gently placed his hand on Sheyaan's waist and pulled her closer towards himself.
In nervousness, only this much came out of Sheyaan's mouth.
"Umm..."
Zavian had come so close to Sheyaan's face that their noses were touching each other.
Because of this, Sheyaan's breathing had become heavy. But Zavian was staring at Sheyaan with his deep gaze very firmly.
Then suddenly, in a strong and intense voice, Zavian asked.
"What happened... why are you breathing so heavily?"
Hearing this, Sheyaan got a little nervous and started stammering.
"No... no..."
Sheyaan could only say this much when the sound of something falling came from outside...
"Thud! -
hearing the sound, Zavian and Sheyaan looked toward the door, but they saw no one.
Then when Sheyaan and Zavian looked at each other again, they were completely shocked.
Looking at them, it felt as if they didn't know anything at all.
In nervousness, Sheyaan pushed Zavian hard, because of which Zavian lost his balance
and fell heavily onto the bed. A groan escaped from his mouth,
"Aaah...!"
Sheyaan stood there trembling. In panic, she quickly started fixing her clothes.
Her heart was pounding loudly with fear and embarrassment, but she gathered her courage and shouted angrily at Zavian,
"Ho... how dare you touch me?"
Zavian, who was still lying on the bed, steadied himself and then stood up.
Turning his face away slightly, he said in a harsh and irritated tone.
"You're asking me.. that question?
Instead, I...should be asking you that... You touched me first.. not me! Understood?"
For a moment, Sheyaan froze. She became a little nervous and, while fixing her hair, stammered.
"Ye... yes... so what... that... that happened by mistake."
Grinding his teeth, Zavian glared at Sheyaan and, taking a deep breath, said.
"You are really... quite strange. Ever since you grew up, you... never miss a single chance... to fight or hit me. You only looked 'cute' in childhood..."
Hearing Zavian call her 'cute' like that, Sheyaan was stunned. Annoyed, Zavian pointed his finger at her and said,
"Sheyaan... I am a "king Demon''! And how can...you raise your hand on a demon, huh?"
Sheyaan paused for a moment. She looked into Zavian's eyes and said seriously.
"So what if you're a...demon? Will you...do anything to me?"
Zavian again, in a teasing tone, pointed his finger at her and said.
"I haven't done anything to you."
Then Zavian softened his tone and, in a very gentle and sweet voice, said.
"Now rest, I'm leaving."
Zavian walked out of Sheyaan's room, but Sheyaan kept watching him leave.
Zavian's 'sweet' voice was still echoing in her mind.
The moment Zavian stepped outside his eyes scanned the surrned the surrounding but there was nothing. Not a single trace.
Then, thinking about something, Zavian started walking down the corridor in a cool and mysterious manner.
Just then, Lucy was coming from the front. Seeing Zavian, she lit up with happiness and immediately stopped him, saying,
"What a coincidence! We.. met again."
Zavian looked at Lucy with his cold gaze. Lucy then said,
"By the way, if you're...leaving, then have dinner with us. We make very... delicious food at our place..."
Zavian stared at Lucy with his cold and deep gaze. The same old pride returned to his face.
He took a deep breath and said in a highly sarcastic tone:
"Why? Has a.. 'famine' spread in my place?"
Hearing this, Lucy became a little surprised. But Zavian didn't stop; with a bitter smirk, he moved forward and said:
"Interesting... even in the homes of.. bitter people, delicious food is made!"
After saying this, Zavian took a deep breath and walked ahead with a smirk, while Lucy stood there trying to understand his sarcastic remark.
While walking down the stairs, Zavian was thinking deeply about something.
He noticed that a sound of something falling had come from outside Sheyaan's door, but nothing was seen lying there.
He looked around with his deep gaze, and only one thought was circling in his mind:
"Hidden spy..." A cold smirk appeared on his lips.
"I well drag your secret... into light this little game of hiding... has gone on long enough--to night....it ends."
There was a calm determination in Zavian's tone and thoughts, as if he was preparing for a great storm.