Creature of the Dark

Adeline guided Dimitri to his old room, her smile radiant as she walked beside him. The room was left untouched, just as he had left it.

She made sure it was cleaned and ready, a gesture that warmed Dimitri's heart. Yet, as she bid him goodnight with a soft, "Sweet dreams," and walked away, Dimitri found himself staring at her retreating figure.

His chest tightened. The happiness of being back was undeniable, but he could feel the distance between them.

They were different now, weren't they? He had grown into the Archmage, burdened by the weight of the crimes of his master.

Adeline, on the other hand, had blossomed into a confident, strong woman with responsibilities and experiences he wasn't part of.

"Strangers..." He whispered to himself as he shut the door. He shook his head, dismissing the thought.