When we stepped inside, I immediately noticed the shift in the air. The apartment felt different—warmer, more inviting. A few candles flickered on the counter, filling the room with a thick, spicy scent that lingered in the air, and soft music played in the background. It wasn’t overpowering, though. If anything, it felt comfortable. I could tell Izzy had put some thought into it, but it wasn’t forced. Just... nice.
I smiled as I slipped off my jacket and set it aside, trying not to overthink the details of the space. It didn’t feel like he was trying too hard, but I couldn’t help but feel the undercurrent of something... intentional.
“Want a glass of wine?” Izzy’s voice broke through my thoughts, his tone light, almost casual, as he moved toward the kitchen. “I’ve got a bottle of someth
