Evaline:
Before I could turn around, a large hand reached past my shoulder - warm, confident, familiar - and pressed a sleek black card against the scanner.
A low beep followed, and the ground beneath the trapdoor hissed softly. The lock released with a quiet click, and the heavy door slowly lifted upward.
I froze. My heart stopping as the familiar scent and presence finally hit me.
That calm, woodsy scent that carried a hint of smoke and steel.
I turned my head sharply.
Oscar.
He was standing behind me, dressed in his usual black shirt and slacks, his jacket unbuttoned, his expression unreadable. The faintest glint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he pocketed the access card.
"Miss me?" he asked smoothly.
I blinked at him, too stunned to answer. "What… how-what are you doing here?"
He stepped closer, his shadow overlapping mine. "Following you. What else?"
My mouth opened, but no words came out. "You... followed me?"
