[External POV]
The knock came at 21:00.
Three sharp hits. Persistent. The kind that communicated something needed addressing and wasn't prepared to wait any longer about it.
Nyx had pretended not to hear it. She was at a climax point in her novel, which was genuinely inconvenient for whoever was on the other side of that door. They could wait one more page, or better still, her roommate could handle it.
She hadn't been banking on that last option though. Not when Seraphine had been attached to that bed like an art installation — something purposefully positioned there and not intended to move. Nyx had only seen her relocate once, somewhere around midnight, presumably for the bathroom. And since arriving two days ago, she'd barely eaten anything at all.
What is her deal, honestly.
The knock came again. Louder.
Nyx looked over. "You going to get that?"
Seraphine's eyes didn't move from her phone. Scrolling through something that was clearly not making her happy.
