"Rrrrrrrr...."
The sound stayed low in her throat as she walked down the hallway, a faint vibration she did not even realize she was making until she reached her door.
Straw went to her room first to change her clothes and take a shower, trying to remove any bloody stains of Leonardo's. The scent clung to her more than the color did. Iron and sweat.
She locked the door behind her and stood still for a moment, staring at her reflection. A thin streak of red marked the edge of her sleeve. She peeled the fabric off slowly, letting it drop to the floor. Her fingers trembled, not from fear, but from leftover adrenaline. Her pulse had not fully calmed.
When she was done bathing, she wore a simple nightgown. Nothing underneath, just the gown. The fabric brushed against her thighs as she moved. Light. Bare. Intentional.
