Shin left Reinhart’s place with a heavy feeling in his chest that he couldn't identify what. Before he slipped away, he had seen Reinhart sitting on the small couch, staring at his phone. The glow of the screen reflected against Reinhart’s tired face, and his fingers tapped slowly, almost hesitantly through the window of his apartment. Shin had promised that they would meet, but now he was backing out. His Lord’s command was more important than personal matters, and that truth burned inside him even if he did not want to admit it.
He typed a message, his fingers pausing for a second before pressing send. The sound of the notification reached Reinhart. Shin looked up and caught the exact moment when Reinhart’s expression changed. At first, Reinhart’s lips parted slightly, like he was about
