Night fell quickly. The streetlights outside seeped through the gaps in the curtains. I was sitting on the living room floor when the sound of a turning key was heard. The door opened, and Gabriel entered alone, without his guards.
He carried a large paper bag.
"Dinner," he said shortly, placing it on the table.
The aroma of hot soup and bread instantly filled the room.
"You didn't answer my messages," he said.
"I was asleep," I replied curtly, though in truth, I had spent most of the time staring at the wall.
Gabriel sat on the sofa. I joined him, sitting on the other side, and opened the food packaging. We ate without a word for several minutes. After a few bites, I leaned back against the couch and let out a soft sigh.
"It feels boring in this house. Quiet, no one else, no sound
