81. Confrontation

SAME EVENING

Aiden's focus shifted from the chessboard as the doorbell chimed persistently through the spacious apartment, its echoes bouncing off the walls adorned with framed memories and quirky posters. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly rose from his seat amidst the hushed murmurs of his roommates engaged in their own activities scattered around the room. His footsteps echoed softly on the polished hardwood floor as he made his way to the door, the anticipation of interruption evident in the furrow of his brow.

Opening the door, Aiden's expression soured at the unexpected sight of Eleanor Knight standing poised on the threshold, her presence casting an unwelcome shadow in the comfort of his sanctuary.

"You? What are you doing here?" Aiden's voice carried a hint of irritation, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her with wary suspicion.

Eleanor, unfazed by his reception, met his scowl with a calm demeanor, her posture radiating an air of graceful confidence. "Can I come inside?" she i