Julian felt like The world outside their borrowed hideout was a storm waiting to break and he didn't want to go back out there.
Inside, the three of them lingered in a quiet that felt half-earned, half-stolen.
Shadows shaped themselves across the walls as the sun shifted, they just stayed with each other, peacefully.
Julian lay curled on the bed, exhaustion still clinging to him from the earlier chaos. Viktor stood by the window like a sentinel tense, unreadable, a like he was just pretending to be stable.
Raphael started to pace at a point. He didn't realize how aggressively until Julian's soft voice cut through.
"Raf. What's wrong?"
Raphael froze mid-stride. "I'm thinking about how to deal with all of this"
Viktor snorted quietly. "without all of us dying, torn apart by own people."
Raphael opened his mouth to retort but a sudden knock on the outer door sliced the moment in half.
Rafael had been anticipating though more like dreading this.
