(Our HAE #chapter1: Nyctophilia)
Nyctophilia: "Love of darkness or night; finding relaxation and comfort in the darkness."
She feared darkness, but being consumed by it from the exceptional beginning, she made peace with it. Never knowin...
Isra arrived at Aysel's apartment complex at eight in the morning. She wanted to meet her best friend before she left for her shoot in Greece. Her face pulled up in a wide grin as excitement to meet her best friend became apparent on her beautiful face. Knowing her friend would still be glued to her bed, snoring away, Isra decided to be her alarm for the day.
Being a registered visitor, she didn't have to go through all the Q&A formalities that visitors usually go through. Besides, everyone knew who she was. There was no point in making an enemy out of her for trivial questions.
The elevator pinged, and its metal doors slowly widened once reaching the desired floor. Isra's gaze settled on the two casseroles set at the doorstep as she approached her friend's flat. Each of them had a cute note attached to it. She furrowed her brows, bent down and picked them up before carefully opening them. Her face lit up. Swallowing down her glee, she unlocked the door, carrying both casseroles on her way in.
She stopped in her tracks in the living room when she saw the curtains already drawn open, the bright light entering the room, making it livelier than ever.
Indeed, it was suspicious, considering her Aysie never opened them.
She decided to set her doorstep discovery in the kitchen and wake her friend up or save her from a potential danger lurking in her room. To be on the safer side, she grabbed the nearest pan.
(A/n: remember Rapunzel when she first tied up Flynn?)
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Carefully, she stalked towards Aysel's room and twisted the doorknob with a bated breath. A strangled gasp erupted from her throat at the sight of four legs intervening with each other and bodies entangled, covered in a thick blanket.
Her eyes widened with realisation. 'Oh, my holy father fuckin Merlin!' Her Aysie brought a man home! She nearly jumped and squealed just thinking that.
'Did they have sex? Well, duh. Just look at them! Heh, they look like they were up all night doing their sinful deeds.' Isra scrunched her nose, failing to notice one of the said sleepers had been up from deep slumber now.
'Should I see his face once? But what if they're naked? Urgh, it's not like I haven't seen Aysie naked. Hmm, she would not mind. The silhouette looks hot! Let's only take a little peek.' She concluded and bent down to remove the quilt.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her fragile wrist. In reflex, she smacked the pan onto the sleeper's head. The sleeper half rose from the bed to check who dared to disturb their lovely ambience while rubbing his forehead.
Looking at his sister's surprised face, he knew how horrified he must be appearing at the moment.
Letting out a stifled gasp, Isra's hand shot up to cover her mouth as she took a few steps back, the pan softly falling on the carpet-covered floor.
