Brewing Storm
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting soft rays across the sleek interior of Ebilade's apartment. He stirred beneath the covers, his body stretching lazily, the faint remnants of sleep still clinging to him. As he opened his eyes, he heard the familiar ding sound that echoed through his mind, a sound he had come to recognize as the System's notification.
With a groggy smile, he blinked his eyes a few times, his fingers brushing through his tousled hair. Another notification? He thought, feeling the warmth of the moment. For a second, he imagined the possibilities—could it be something new?