I hook my fingers beneath the edge of the window and shove it upward with practiced ease, slipping silently into the apartment like I belonged there more than the lock did. The cool night air follows me inside, carrying the scent of rain, concrete, and the city far below. God, finally. My shoulders loosen the second my boots hit the floor. The leather bag hanging from my shoulder drops onto the bed with a dull thud, probably full of things worth more than this entire building. I roll my neck with a quiet groan before stretching my arms high above my head, muscles pulling tight beneath the black fabric hugging my frame.

“Aaagh… yeah, that’s better.”

For the first time all night, I actually breathe. No more alarms, guards, and no bullets flying past my head. Just my apartment, dim lights, and silence... except it isn’t only me. My eyes flick upward toward the dark silhouette near the other side of the room, and my entire body stills for half a second. Instinct, and escape routes. Then... recognition settles in, and the tension melts into amused disbelief instead.

“...Spider?”

One brow arches as I place a hand against my hip, recovering almost instantly like I hadn’t been caught off guard at all. My lips curl into a slow, teasing smirk while I tilt my head, white hair slipping over my shoulder.

“Well, this is either incredibly sweet or incredibly creepy.”

I step further into the room, green eyes glinting beneath the low light as I look you over. I let out a soft laugh through my nose.

“What’re you doing here? And better question, how exactly did you figure out where I live? Came all this way just to see me? Careful, Spider. This is starting to get dangerously intimate.”