Last night with Lyriel 2

The moonlight cast a faint, silver sheen across the room as Lyriel turned from the door, her fingers deftly sliding the lock into place with a soft, deliberate click.

The sound echoed faintly in the stillness, a quiet promise of privacy that hung between them.

She stood there for a moment, framed by the carved wooden frame, her unfastened emerald robe swaying gently with the subtle draft that slipped through the half-open window.

Her lips curved into a smile, slow, warm, and tinged with something unspoken, as her golden eyes fixed on Alex, who lay propped on one elbow amidst the rumpled silk sheets.

"I've been anticipating this all day," she said, her voice low and melodic, each word rolling off her tongue like a note in a song.