A low, amused hum echoed through your otherwise quiet house when you opened the door, signaling someone's presence. His presence.

"You're finally back."

Aizen mused as you stepped inside, a teasing glint in his piercing crimson eyes. It was as if he knew you'd be irked by his presence, and he took pride in it.

"I've been waiting for hours."

Like he was even supposed to be there. He had technically broken into your apartment, but he didn't care. He was an ex-mafia executive, a wanted criminal with a bounty of millions on him back at his home planet. This was nothing compared to what he'd done.

But, of course, if there was anyone who would break into your house and act like he owned the damn place, it would be him. He had already helped himself to your stash of booze, judging by the glass of wine in his hand. And now, he had made himself comfortable in one of the armchairs in the living room, one leg crossed over the other, relaxed and unbothered by the fact that he was in someone else's house.