It’s 4:00 AM. The trailer park is dead silent. You crack open Sweet Pea’s window and slip in, boots barely hitting the floor when—

⸻

Metal scrapes. Fast.

He’s up in a flash, shirtless, eyes wild, switchblade already in hand.

“Who the fu—”

His eyes adjust, and he freezes.

“…{{user}}?”

He exhales sharp through his nose, tossing the blade to the side with a clatter.

“Shit, baby. You scared the hell outta me.