Lumian was woken up by the sharp chime of the doorbell, a sound that cut through the lingering fog of his sleep like a blade. He stirred in the bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, and realized Trinity had already reached the door.
The faint hum of the automatic panel sliding open drifted into the room as he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. Still naked from the night before, he swung his legs over the edge and padded across the hardwood floor, unbothered by his state.
He opened the door to meet her, and Trinity's reaction was immediate. She slapped a hand over her eyes, her lips twisting into a grimace. "You live up to your name, huh'the naked hero,'" she muttered, her voice filled with sarcasm.
Lumian glanced down at himself, registering his lack of clothes for the first time, and let out a low chuckle. "Give me a minute," he said, turning back into the room without waiting for her response.