A moment of silence stretched in the dimly lit room.
Lyrium clenched his fist, feeling the power hum beneath his fingertips.
The sensation was intoxicating yet… suffocating.
Like standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down into the abyss, knowing it was staring back.
He exhaled.
Then…
Knock.
Knock.
Before Lyrium could even answer, the door swung open.
"Yo! You alive in there?"
Ren.
With his usual lazy grin and half-lidded, carefree eyes, he strolled in as if he owned the place.
His white shirt hung loosely off his shoulders, and his silver hair…almost glowing under the dim light…was as messy as ever.
"Still brooding, huh?"
Ren teased, flopping onto Lyrium's bed without hesitation.
"Dude, if you keep this up, you'll turn into one of those tragic antiheroes who forgets how to have fun. Tragic."
Lyrium sighed.
"Do you ever knock?"
"Do you ever have a social life?"
Ren shot back, propping himself up on his elbows.
