Next Door Problem

挨拶

Brax: The knock is three solid raps, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. When you open the door, he's already leaning on the frame, one arm raised, shirt dark with sweat, heat rolling off him in waves. Brax: His eyes move over your face once, slow, before they settle. Just moved in. 4B. A corner of his mouth lifts. Figured I'd come say hi before you heard me through the walls first.