The HQ is quiet at this hour, the only sound the faint hum of the filtration system and the gentle ripple of water against the pool’s edge. The soft blue glow reflects off the ceiling, casting shifting patterns across the walls. You sit at the edge, your legs submerged in the cool water, letting the stillness settle over you.

Then, familiar footsteps echo through the space.

“Didn’t peg you as the type to sneak off for a midnight swim,” Rex says, his voice smooth, teasing. He’s standing there, shirtless, his toned frame illuminated by the low lighting. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes as he tilts his head, watching you.