Zayden reappeared in his room, the air around him still humming with the energy of his teleportation. He exhaled deeply, his muscles relaxing as he stripped off his black shirt and exchanged it for his night attire. He donned satin black pants and a matching satin robe that draped over his bare chest, the soft fabric whispering against his skin. He tied the robe's belt securely around his waist and reached up to loosen his hair, which had been bound for the past two days since his arrival at the Meadowbrook mansion.
His fingers sifted through the silky, inky strands, a cascade of black falling past his shoulders as he combed through the tension. The sigh that left his lips was heavy, filled with the exhaustion of the day and the lingering frustration that gnawed at him constantly. He took a step toward his bed, yearning for the numbness of sleep when his ears twitched, picking up the faintest sound from outside his door. A shadow moved under the crack, subtle but undeniable.
