Charles shuffled through the hallways, his body heavy and a dull ache lingering in his lower abdomen.
Kaira had been… intense.
Physically, he was fine, but mentally… he needed a break.
'I can barely feel my crotch anymore,' he thought, grumbling to himself as he reached Lira's door.
He hesitated before turning the knob.
The last time he was in her room, he ended up drugged and barely woke in time for the fight.
'I'm not falling for that again,' he thought, narrowing his eyes. He knocked on the door and, without waiting for a reply, opened it and stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of a TV playing in the background.
Lira sat at a desk cluttered with papers, her head resting on it, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady.
'Is she asleep?' Charles thought, frowning. 'Or is she faking it?'
He took a cautious step inside, staying on guard until his gaze drifted to the TV, where a reporter spoke urgently.
