Frozen Confession

Zylan was rendered speechless; his wife was beginning to learn how to silence him.

"Rest first. You don't have to worry; I won't leave until you fall asleep tonight," he spoke reassuringly, his tone uncharacteristically gentle as he walked to the door. Naomi remained silent, her gaze lingering on him for a brief moment before she finally lay on the bed. Her mind was too heavy to think clearly, and before long, her exhaustion caught up with her. She drifted into a dreamless sleep, her breathing soft and steady.

Zylan lingered by the door for a moment, his figure cloaked in the dim light, before slipping away into the shadows of the mansion. His footsteps were soundless, each movement fluid and deliberate, as though he were more shadow than man. Ascending to the roof with an ease that seemed almost unnatural, he paused, letting the cool evening air wash over him. He stood motionless, his sharp gaze fixed on the distant void, lost in deep thought.