Lucifer's angel
The room was silent. Iris could only hear the antique clock, on top the bookshelf in the room, ticking.
Her eyes swept across the room, taking in every single detail of the vague looking room.
Her eyes finally settled on Cassian. He was pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the luxurious wet bar at the corner of the room, she hadn't noticed earlier.
It's wasn't that far off from where she was seated, just five steps away.
He shook the glass in his hand and swirled the liquid then gulped the whole content down.