Rose turned to Naomi and spoke, "As promised, you will stay on the bed, right?"
Naomi simply nodded, her gaze fixed on the floor, her silence deepening the tension in the room.
Rylan spoke next, his tone clipped
"Lets go"
Rose immediately left, leaving Naomi behind, her heart sinking as she was left alone in the room.
Naomi stayed seated on the bed, her body still, her mind clouded by a haze of drunkenness. A heavy boredom had already begun to seep into her bones, pulling her down into the comfort of the bed.
She lay back against the pillows, letting her face rest on the soft surface, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her like a heavy blanket.
The door creaked open, breaking the silence. Naomi barely reacted, lost in the fog of alcohol and her own discontent.
Without looking up, she mumbled, "Rosie, what took you so long?"
But as she sat up and turned, she was met with an unexpected sight—Zylan.