Liam leaned against the wall just beside Ariana's door, arms folded, his gaze distant, like he was watching thoughts float by in silence. The hallway stayed quiet, as four minutes passed.
Then—click.
The door opened again.
Ariana stepped out, now in a simple, modest outfit: a cream-colored shirt that hugged her form just enough, and navy blue leggings that complimented her eyes. Her hair was down now, soft and wavy, falling past her shoulders. On her shoulder sat Nyxie, her tiny form perched proudly, tail flicking lazily as if she'd claimed Ariana as her throne.
"You can come in," Ariana said, a touch of warmth in her voice.
Liam gave a nod and stepped inside, eyes briefly scanning the room. It smelled faintly of lavender and parchment—just like last time. Books were stacked with casual elegance, and a few crystals glowed softly near her desk.