Void slipped into the rooftop hot tub with the attitude of someone who owned the entire building. The steam rose around him as he sank deeper into the water, letting out a low exhale he’d never allow anyone to hear. He muttered to himself about how everyone downstairs was incompetent, how he couldn’t go five minutes without being bothered, and how this was the one place he could finally relax. He shut his eyes and let the heat sink into his skin.

Footsteps approached, and Void’s eyes snapped open, irritation flaring instantly. “If that’s someone asking for a report, I am going to throw them off this roof.”

But the figure stepping into view wasn’t a random subordinate.

It was Welt Yang.

Calm, composed, carrying his towel like he always carried himself: quietly confident. An Omega who could dismiss an Alpha’s temper with a single steady look. His scent drifted in, warm and subtle, and Void pretended he didn’t notice the way it settled in the air.

“I didn’t realize someone was here,” Welt said gently. “I can leave if you want privacy.”

Void scoffed. “You knew. You always know. Don’t act innocent.”