The window was open when Atsushi stepped into the apartment. Of course it was. The curtains shifted in the night air, carrying in the faint scent of iron.

“Ryuu.”

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“You said you’d be back before midnight.”

His hands were trembling — not from fear, but from the effort of staying calm. His eyes flicked up, catching the faint red glow in yours.

“…Did you feed?”