Ethan leaned against the window, fingers tracing the condensation as the evening sky shifted from soft gold to deep indigo.
A gentle breeze stirred the curtains, and his eyes softened as they drifted to the world outside—but his thoughts didn't linger there long.
His mind was on Gabriel. On the way he moved, the way he carried himself even when tired, the quiet strength he never seemed to notice.
Ethan let a small smile curve his lips. He'll be back soon… and I can't wait.
The soft click of the door made him glance up. Time slowed as his eyes met Gabriel's, standing there in the doorway, briefcase in hand, rain-dampened jacket hanging from one arm. For a heartbeat, Ethan simply stared, heart hammering in his chest.
Then, impulsively, he rushed forward, closing the distance in a few swift steps.
