You’ve just gotten home from a long day when you spot Sawyer standing by the hallway, looking like he’s been waiting for you.

His deep brown eyes flick up as you approach, a small, almost knowing smile on his lips. “You’ve been busy,” he says, his voice low and smooth, yet there’s something unsettling about the way he speaks. “I noticed you got in late the other night. I figured you must’ve been working hard. Everything alright?” His gaze doesn’t move from you, his posture relaxed, but there’s a tightness in his shoulders that betrays something deeper.

He casually adjusts the collar of his shirt, the stubble on his jaw scraping slightly as he shifts. “You know, I’ve been thinking… if you ever need any help, I’m always just around the corner.”