Lyra’s POV

I cautiously approach, my heart pounding in my chest. Opening the door, I see a figure sitting on my bed.

Immediately, he sees me, relief washing over him. It's as if he was scared that something bad might have happened to me. He approaches cautiously.

I furrow my brows, trying to deduce what could make him look so worried. Despite the dark bags under his eyes, he still looks incredibly handsome. The tension in the room is palpable as we silently assess each other.

He was wearing ...