Rachel opened the door.
"Athan, why are you here suddenly?"
Athan stood gently by the door with his hands in his pockets.
He was tall, wearing a shirt and black pants, with the sleeves casually rolled up to reveal his strong arms.
When the door opened, Athan raised his eyes, his dark gaze fixed intently on Rachel.
Rachel had just taken a bath, her skin glowing with a soft pink hue and her slightly curly hair still damp.
She was wrapped in a gray robe that revealed her slender, pale calves. She wore dark blue slippers, her feet pale, and her
toes tinged with a soft pink.
Athan looked at her closely, as if trying to see through her. His voice was low and deep.
"What, am I not welcome?"
Rachel tightened her cloak. "It's late, and it's... a bit trouble."
There was a hint of coldness
