Evaline:
Sleep pulled me in the moment my body hit the soft mattress, and for once, it was peaceful.
Until I was woken by the click of the dorm door.
I stirred, half-asleep, squinting my eyes at the glow of the bedside clock.
12:14 a.m.
I blinked as footsteps entered the common area and then stopped just outside my bedroom. A moment later, the doorknob turned slowly.
I immediately up and then... froze.
There, in the doorway, was a tall figure in black jeans and a matching sweater with a backpack slung over one shoulder. A familiar, silver-lined mask was covering the lower half of his face.
My heart jumped as I immediately recognized him despite the darkness.
He was the masked guy, the same one I had shared a bedroom with during the entrance exam week. The one who barely spoke, but whose presence had lingered in my thoughts.
His eyes met mine. Ice blue. Sharper than I remembered.
For a second, he said nothing. Then, his gaze swept over the room and the two beds.
