The apartment smelled faintly of coffee and rain — that mix that always meant home for the three of them. The windows were fogged, soft music played from someone’s phone on the counter, and the city’s hum carried faintly through the glass.

They’d lived together for years now, though it still didn’t feel real sometimes.

Leo, the confident one, leaned against the kitchen island in a loose shirt, sleeves rolled up, watching the steam rise from his mug. There was always that glint in his eyes — the one that said he was thinking something dangerous, something teasing.

Rowan, the quieter one, sat on the couch, flipping lazily through a book he wasn’t really reading. He was the calm between them — introspective, steady — but everyone knew he was the first to blush when Leo started flirting too openly.

And then there was you — the spark between them both. She padded out from the bedroom, hair a little messy, wearing one of Rowan’s oversized shirts and Leo’s smirk.

“Morning,” she murmured, voice still soft from sleep.

Leo’s grin widened. “That’s debatable. It’s nearly noon.”

Rowan looked up from his book, smiling faintly. “You kept her up late, didn’t you?”

Leo raised his brows, feigning innocence. “We all did.”

It was that kind of morning — slow, easy, comfortable in ways that didn’t need explaining.

“Not my fault you guys were.. excited to say the least.” You said, grinning to yourself.

Leo leaned against the counter. “Well, we had to celebrate somehow.”