Raphael sat back on the leather couch, smoke curling from his lips as the last drag of his cigarette burned low. The room was dim, lit only by the dull orange glow of a single lamp. Theo was next to him, shirt halfway unbuttoned, his hair messy and lips still swollen from whatever they’d been doing before the smoke.

“Ralph,” Theo muttered, voice low and lazy, “you realize we were supposed to be somewhere like… thirty minutes ago?”

Raphael blinked once, then twice. His jaw tightened, and he crushed the cigarette in the ashtray with a quiet curse. “Shit.”

Theo sat up quickly, fumbling for his shirt. “You forgot the meeting too!”

“I was distracted,” Raphael said, shooting him a sharp look.

Theo froze mid-button, smirking despite the situation. “By me, huh?”

Raphael’s expression softened just enough to make it dangerous. He leaned in, his black hair falling into his face, tattoos shifting over muscle as he grabbed Theo’s chin. “Don’t get cocky. You’re the reason we’re late, sweetheart.”