Kat:
The scent of garlic and herbs filled the little apartment, steam curling up from the pot as I stirred the pasta. I was barefoot in sweats and a plain tee, hair thrown up in a messy knot. The soft hum of the radio played low in the background, a calming rhythm to keep me grounded after a long day. It was simple. Domestic. A moment I never thought I’d have again after everything that went down with Viper. But now… here I was. Making dinner like a semi-normal human being.
The elevator opened with that hum. I didn’t even have to look up—I knew that gait anywhere. Blaze. His boots were heavier today. Less swagger, more weight.
I smiled automatically. “Hey, you.”
He didn’t answer right away. Just grunted as the door clicked shut behind him. No playful smirk. No kiss on the head. No grab
