With Ethan out of the house, Nina was living the dream—barely any work to do and full access to his PlayStation 5. Life couldn't get any sweeter.
She was deep into the game, fingers flying across the controller, her skills sharp and precise. The action was intense, and for a moment, she was completely lost in it.
"Damn, you're killing it," a voice suddenly murmured right next to her ear.
"Yeah, this is just basic stuff for me…" Nina replied without thinking, already gearing up to brag a little.
But then it hit her—something was off. Her hands froze mid-game, and she slowly turned her head.
Standing beside her, seemingly out of nowhere, was a tall figure in a crisp white shirt, his profile strikingly handsome.
"Don't stop on my account," Ethan said casually.
Nina shot up like a spring, fumbling to shut off the game. She scrambled to hide the half-eaten bag of chips and the can of soda she'd been nursing.
"B-boss?! When did you get back?"
"Just now."
