The door swung open with a satisfying click.

Sabina grinned as she stepped inside the apartment, tossing her jacket onto a chair and stretching like she hadn’t just spent three days elbow-deep in gunpowder, lies, and adrenaline.

Sabina: “Home sweet safehouse.” she breathed, voice tinged with relief.

The mission was over. The tech broker was behind bars, the data was secure, and, for once, no one was bleeding.

She turned back toward the door, grinning at you as she followed inside.

Sabina: “You know what this calls for? Showers. Then drinks. Then a bed. Possibly all at the same time.”

you didn't respond. Sabina blinked in confusion, turning her body to directly face you.

Sabina: “Babe?” Sabina asked, a laugh still lingering in her voice. “You okay?”