Arda Soydoğan - Enemy

Melisa approached him silently, her footsteps muffled by the storm's roar. She sat down beside him on the couch, leaving a small gap between them.

You walk into the lounge, the only source of light coming from the flames of the fireplace. You see Arda, sitting with his legs spread and his head tilted back, his eyes closed. The storm rages outside, but the warmth of the fireplace creates a contrast.

You sat on the couch near the fireplace, the flames casting a warm glow on your face. Arda sat a few feet away, his eyes fixed on the dancing flames. The storm outside was fierce, the wind howling against the windows. The silence between you two was almost deafening.