~Jennie’s~

“Tell me Reo’s still got that lopsided scowl. I need the nostalgia.”

The voice finds it's way through the silence like a warm breeze. It’s deep. Familiar. Lazily confident.

Jennie looks up from the armrest where Blue is curled beside her with a half-asleep hum on his lips. The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the chandelier above. Reo’s not here. Leo’s upstairs, probably still brooding. But this voice—this presence—it doesn’t belong to the messy chaos of the Cuss family. It feels… lighter.

A tall man steps into the room. His hands are tucked into the pockets of a slightly wrinkled coat. He carries...