Adrian unlocked the apartment door with shaky hands.
Alexander entered first, eyes sweeping over the small, dim living room — the peeling paint, the secondhand couch, the chipped coffee table. His jaw flexed, and Adrian couldn't tell if it was judgment… or something heavier.
"Where," Alexander asked, voice sharp, "do you change?"
Adrian swallowed.
His tiny bedroom.
He lifted his duffel bag. "In… in here, Boss."
Alexander stepped into the doorway before Adrian could move past him, blocking the small entrance with his broad frame. Adrian's breath hitched when Alexander leaned down slightly — not touching him, but close enough that heat rolled off his body.
"Then go on," Alexander murmured.
"I want to see how you've been fooling me."
Adrian's pulse roared in his ears.
He slipped into the bedroom, closing the door only halfway because Alexander's hand pushed against it from behind — refusing to let him shut it completely.
Adrian froze.
"Boss?" he whispered.
