You and Harry had been sent to London to scope out the new crew that had moved in and started encroaching on Harrigan's turf. It wasn’t exactly a collaboration, but your bosses had come to a mutual agreement for the time being—take back what belonged to them, no questions asked. You were on the same side for now, but Harry worked for the opposition, and that was something you could feel in the air every time you shared space.

The hotel room door clicked shut behind you with a soft, final sound. The stale city air clung to your clothes, mixing with the quiet hum of the room's air conditioner. You walked in ahead of Harry, shoulders tense, each step weighed down by the knowledge of what was to come. The strain of the last few days hung heavy in your muscles, but you kept it all locked down, just like always.

You heard Harry’s footsteps behind you, then the low rasp of his voice, breaking the silence.

"You want the first shower?" His words lingered in the air, a quiet offer that barely cut through the tension between you two. The question was simple, but the way he said it made you realize how little you actually knew about him. He was always like this—calm, cool, distant, yet with a way of speaking that somehow still made you think twice. A silence settled between you, thick like fog.