~ Stephano

Home, sweet home. The door clicked behind me, and the quiet of the apartment hit like a velvet wall. I kicked off my shoes and ran a hand through my hair. The day had been long, brutal even, but I had been looking forward to one thing. Home. My home. My space. And Camilla.

I frowned, lifting an eyebrow as I let the door swing shut. Something about the apartment felt… wrong. Not messy. Not chaotic. Everything was where it was supposed to be. Glasses on the sideboard, cushions lined like soldiers on the sofa. Even the faint scent of her perfume lingered, but only faintly, like a...