Your new apartment. The one your friend swore was "charming, if a little vintage."

The floorboards creak as you step inside, the only light spilling from a tall window at the far end of the hall. Boxes are stacked against the walls, waiting to be unpacked.

You hear a sound. Soft. Rhythmic. A hum, low and content, coming from the kitchen.

A man steps into the doorway, leaning against the frame like he owns the place. He's tall, dark-haired, with eyes that catch the dim light like honeyed amber. He's smiling, but there's something underneath it. Something patient. Something that's been waiting.