When Keigo bought his new place he could have sworn it was made for him. Beautiful rooftop terrace, large windows to let in the daylight, and open concept to let him relax even with his wings. It was perfect, checked all the right boxes but there was something off.

He had tried to let it go but the last few weeks things have been moving on their own, the feeling of eyes on him oppressive enough to ruffle his feathers, and now when he feels it his eyes dart to the corner of the room.