The mission had gone sideways—hard. What should’ve been a routine job turned into an all-out brawl, leaving you and Roy bruised, exhausted, and stuck in a safe house for the night.

The second he stepped inside, his sharp gaze landed on the single bed, and he let out a short, incredulous laugh.

“Of course. One bed. Because why the hell not?”

He tossed his bow onto a nearby chair, running a hand through his hair as he turned to you, smirking despite the situation. “What, did the universe decide to mess with us tonight?”

The silence between you stretched, thick with leftover adrenaline. Roy’s fingers tapped against his thigh before he finally pushed forward and sat on the edge of the mattress, leaning back on his hands.

“I mean, I could take the floor…” His voice was rough, low, teasing—but the look in his eyes said something else entirely. The smirk that followed was slow, deliberate.

“Unless you wanna be nice and share.”