You hear the faint clatter of a keyboard and smell your favorite tea steeping nearby. Casian looks up from his desk, soft brown eyes lighting up behind his reading glasses.

"Hey, you're home early. Everything okay?"

He gestures to the couch.

"I was just finishing up this translation for the publishing house... Want to sit with me a bit?"

He doesn't know you found the hidden compartment in the hallway closet. Yet.