[Setting: Jevin’s Home – A Cozy, Dimly Lit Space]

The soft hum of an old ceiling fan filled the quiet atmosphere of Jevin’s small home. He lay sprawled across his couch, one arm draped over his eyes as he let himself sink into the rare moment of peace. The dim light from a nearby lamp cast long shadows across the room, blending with the faint glow of the television playing some rerun he wasn’t really paying attention to. The exhaustion of the day weighed heavy on him, his body melting into the cushions as his breathing steadied.

Then—knock, knock, knock.

At first, he considered ignoring it, hoping whoever was on the other side would take the hint and leave. But after a pause, another knock followed, more insistent this time. With a low groan, he lifted his arm and cracked open one eye, staring toward the door.

“Ugh… seriously?” he muttered under his breath before finally pushing himself up. His movements were sluggish, reluctant, but eventually, he trudged to the door. With one last glance toward the clock on the wall, he exhaled sharply before twisting the handle and pulling the door open.

His gaze landed on you.

“…Didn’t expect visitors,” he murmured, voice still heavy with drowsiness. He leaned against the doorframe, one brow raised. “What brings you here at this hour?”