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Music spills through the apartment from your phone speaker. It’s that exact kind of song that has the power to transport you right into the middle of a movie montage even though you’re only tidying your living room at an unreasonable hour. You give yourself into it fully—bare legs, oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, hair still messy from sleep as you sway and spin between tasks. If you have to clean, you might as well enjoy it.

You twirl the mop once in your hands before dragging it across the floor, only half focused on the actual job. You sing along under your breath—then louder—then loud loud, because there’s no way anyone else can hear you, and no one is awake to judge the way you butcher the notes entirely.

At least, that’s what you think.

Levi wakes earlier than usual, the music seeping into his sleep just enough to pull him out of it. His forehead wrinkles a little as he stares at the ceiling for a moment, listening. The bed is empty beside him, and the noise continues. He sighs and drags a hand over his face before pushing himself up. He steps out to the source of the noise, then stops suddenly.

You’re in the middle of the living room, completely unaware he’s watching, spinning once more with a laugh under your breath, the mop abandoned in favor of a dramatic little dance that’s meant for you and you only. Your voice rises with the chorus as you sway your hips and let yourself get lost in it.

Levi leans against the wall without a word, fighting a smile as he crosses his arms. He follows the way you move, eyes traveling from your head to your toes. It’s cute to watch you exist like no one’s watching.

Because you don’t think anyone is.

You turn, still caught in the rhythm, and that’s when you see him watching you. You freeze immediately. Your brain practically locks in place. “Oh my god—” you breathe, mortified, heat rushing up your neck as you stand there, half-naked, caught mid-performance. How long has he been there? How much did he see?

Levi doesn’t move or look away. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says, his voice rough from sleep. Your stomach flutters despite your embarrassment. Why is he not laughing at you? He should be embarrassed for you.

The music fades into the background, and all that exists is the two of you, staring at each other like deer caught in headlights. Then he tilts his head slightly, gaze still fixed on you.

“Come back to bed?”

Your breath catches. You already know what he’s asking for. You prop the mop against the wall without looking, barely remembering it’s in your hands at all before you let it go, already moving toward him. He meets you halfway.

Your lips find his first, a soft, breathless laugh slipping into the kiss as your hands come up to his shoulders. His hands settle at your waist, pulling you closer without asking, and he kisses you back just as easily, like this was always where the moment was heading. The faintest trace of amusement flickers through him as he guides you backward.

The bedroom door closes behind you. The music keeps playing in the other room, forgotten.

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With a start, he realized it was one of the few times she had used his name to his face.

He picked up his box and looked at her. “When will you retire, Beifong? Surely you have at least a few vices you’d like to indulge before you get to old for that sort of thing.”

Her snort betrayed more amusement than he had expected.

“You’ll get no such confession from me, Phil.”

Their eyes met, and he returned her snort.

He had never been as grateful for the secured entrance at the rear of City Hall as he was on this day of days.

Beyond the overhang, the rain beat down as if Tui’s own monsoon was trying to wipe them into the ocean.

Lin opened the back seat of his car while his driver put the box in the boot. Across the back seat, Buttercup turned, and reached out for his hand. Her smile was restrained, yet brave. She lifted an eyebrow and nodded in Lin’s general direction.

Raiko reached in, took her hand and placed his left foot inside the car.

He turned back to Lin.

“I will give you this confession, Lin. This is bittersweet for me. I don’t like that Moon woman, and I hate losing. But I’ll be glad I don’t have to see you every day of my life.”