The small, dimly lit dorm room smelled faintly of antiseptic and blood, with a sterile undertone that didn’t quite hide the auroma of violence.
The yellow lamp on the desk flickered every few seconds, casting broken shadows across the walls.
A cold breeze slipped in through the open window, stirring the tension in the air and making the thin curtains dance like restless spirits.
Ethan sat tiredly in the expensive chair, his legs spread carelessly, one hand resting on his thigh while the other draped limply over the backrest.
His face was a patchwork of bruises and dried blood, but he wore the damage like armor, his smirk smug and unfazed.
Lena stood in front of him, her eyes narrowed, lips pressed in a thin line.
Her fingers dabbed harshly at the cut on his cheek with a cotton pa
