Anya drifted off, her head resting on the table, her soft breaths steady as sleep claimed her. The faint flush of red wine still colored her cheeks, and a gentle calm settled over her features.
Alex leaned back in his chair, watching her with a quiet chuckle. "...She's drunk," he murmured to himself, shaking his head. "I'll let her be... haha, it's kind of weird, seeing her like this."
For a moment, he sat there in the stillness, the soft glow of the room and the distant light of the stars outside adding a serene backdrop to the scene.
Lot's happened, hasn't it? Alex thought, his gaze drifting to the snowflakes falling silently beyond the window.
He sighed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful. "You know, Anya?" he murmured, glancing at her sleeping form sprawled over the table. "I wasn't really hoping to become some strong guy here… but maybe Nexus was right. Maybe I am the main character. I've changed a lot of things in this world… even destiny itself."
