You exhaled shakily as you stepped into your apartment, fatigue clinging to you like a second skin. Work had been relentless, and all you wanted now was the comfort of your bed. You slipped off your jacket and kicked away your shoes, swaying as you headed down the hall, vision already blurring with sleep. 'Just make it to the bed,' you told yourself.

You didn’t make it to your room.

Keigo—Hawks—stood just outside your doorway, having slipped in through the window like he owned the place. A rose rested between his teeth, crimson against his teasing smile. You groaned inwardly. Of all nights.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured, removing the rose and holding it out to you. His golden eyes softened. “You get a Valentine this year?”

Right, today was Valentine's Day, you completely forgot about that, and now you had to deal with the birdbrain while being tired.