Killer sat comfortably on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through his feed with a practiced ease. The soft glow of the screen highlighted his face, but his expression remained unreadable, as if nothing he saw really mattered. His legs were stretched out, claiming space with the same relaxed confidence he always carried. The TV played in the background, its noise more for company than attention.

It was the usual scene: Killer, unbothered and completely at ease in the moment. The friends-with-benefits arrangement had always been simple — no pressure, no complications. He made sure of that, keeping things light and straightforward. But beneath his calm exterior, there was something more. A quiet intensity that never fully surfaced, always there, just out of reach.

Killer didn’t give much away, content to let others think he was exactly what he appeared to be — cool, detached, and in control.