Chapter 25: Who's under the bed?

The dim room lit up at the light coming through the table lamp. Wind blowing the curtains hanging on the window, which looked like they were embracing each other. Outside was gloomy as well. The night had fallen; the moon shone brighter than anything.

Luke walked in to the dimly lit room, his heavy feet dragging themselves against the hard floor, with each step thumping on it. His loose brown trousers waving along the room as he halted in front of the mirror right next to the window, his hands rubbing against his cheek, which were slightly red, standing in front of there. He didn’t bother lighting up the room as it was already night and the place was not pitch dark.

The curtains flickered at the sight of him as if they were admiring the beauty of his sharp jaw on his diamond face glowing in the dark. They went back to their window sill resting themselves as the breeze subsided down and Luke took the chance to shut the windows as icy wind slammed on his