Azaria's bedroom was very quiet, lit only by the lights of the streetlamps that were filtering through the open curtains and window. Outside, the night was peaceful, it felt like a stark contrast to the heavy storm of secrets that had been unraveled over the past few days. Inside the apartment, the air felt soft and warm, smelling faintly of Azaria's familiar scent that was sweet and brought his senses to be at ease.
