Roman pushed open the apartment door a little after ten. The hallway light spilled in behind him, cutting a sharp line across the floor before he shut it out. The place smelled different tonight warm, faintly sweet, like honey and something darker he couldn't name yet. He dropped his keys on the hook by the door, suit jacket already slung over one arm, shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. The statement was signed. Folded in his pocket like a secret he wasn't sure he wanted to keep. But that could wait.
Jay was standing in the living room, backlit by the low lamp on the side table. He wore a loose black nightshirt that hung to mid-thigh, the fabric soft and thin enough to hint at what was underneath. His hair was still damp from a shower, and he looked calm. Too calm. Like he'd been waiting for this exact moment all evening.
Roman's gaze dragged over him slowly. "You said you had a surprise for me."
