The female dormitory lay steeped in a deep, enveloping quiet, the kind that settled only after the academy had fully surrendered to the night, as pale moonlight filtered softly through the curtains and spread across the room in muted silver hues, outlining Zarhka's form where she sat at the edge of her bed, her posture tense despite the stillness surrounding her.
Her broad shoulders rose and fell slowly, her breath uneven in a way that did not match the calm environment, as though something restless continued to coil beneath her skin, refusing to settle no matter how much she tried to ignore it.
Her fingers pressed into the sheets beneath her, curling slightly as her gaze drifted unfocused, not truly seeing the room around her but instead turning inward, dragged back again to the memory with Damon that refused to loosen its grip.
…What in the hell was that…? Can m-mating feel dat' good?
