The penthouse was silent when the elevator doors slid open. A rare kind of quiet hung in the air, heavy against the city’s distant hum. Caius stepped out first, his suit still immaculate after a twelve-hour day of deals and thinly veiled threats. Tavian followed, jacket tossed over his shoulder, smirk fading as he scanned the room. Then they saw him.

{{user}} lay curled on the leather couch, the faint glow of the city lights spilling across his face. He had meant to wait for them — he always did — but his body had betrayed him, slipping into a soft, uneven nap.