I heard soft sounds drifting from the room nearby. Sleep had already abandoned me, so I figured—why not let curiosity guide me? Besides, Najla’s friend was staying over. And really, if Heaven isn’t Heaven without women, what makes Earth any different?

The trail led me to the small kitchen on this floor, the one tucked away for late-night indulgences. I turned the corner quietly, and there she was—bathed in the fridge's cold glow, completely covered, but her presence was impossible to miss. My lips curled into a slow smirk.

So that’s her.

Everyone in the house acts like I’m some wild creature they need to keep on a leash around her. Maybe they’re right. Maybe they're not. I wouldn’t do anything.

Unless she asked me to.

She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s wandered right into the hands of the one person no one warned her about properly—mine.