It was almost midnight when Zane finally arrived at his apartment. The street was quiet. The city's usual noise had fallen asleep. He stepped into his space like always did, keys in his left hand, and eyes scanning the room.
But something felt… different.
It wasn't loud. It was subtle. Like an energy shift. The faint scent of rosewood in the air, familiar. A cushion was slightly moved. Zane was a man who noticed the tiniest details. That's why he sighed, dropped his keys softly on the table, and walked towards his wardrobe.
As he removed his coat, he spoke casually. "So," he said, not turning around, "you still haven't grown out of this little habit of yours, sneaking into people's houses uninvited."
A soft chuckle echoed from behind the curtain.
Then she stepped out, as elegant as a secret. Her long hair fell loosely over her shoulders.
"You're the only one I can never surprise," she said playfully.
