LVII: Id and Ego
As soon as Sven entered his chamber's living room, the cold breeze invited him in as it caresses his light cheeks. He immediately saw Lilith sitting by the long couch, just in front of the wide-opened window.
The stubborn woman wasn't wearing a mantle over her red suit once again, and Sven doesn't know how she can still handle the negative temperature when the paleness of her skin and the flowing of her hair is only prominent to believe that she was indeed feeling cold.
He stared at her back for how many seconds, before turning around to close his big door behind him quietly. He then proceeded into going where the window was afterward, to shut it or to at least draw the heavy drape of a curtain just to block the rapid wind going in.
When Lilith felt that the wind had stopped flowing through her hair, she opened her eyes to finally recognize that she wasn't alone in the room anymore. She clutched the white folder in her small hands a little, for she suddenly felt anxious.