The manor was quiet when they returned, the hush of night broken only by the muted hum of security stationed discreetly beyond the gates. Inside, the air carried the faint, familiar warmth of cedar polished into old wood and the lingering traces of Lucas's favorite blend steeped in the library earlier.
Trevor didn't release his hand as they crossed the marble hall. He didn't rush, but there was an unmistakable intent in his stride, each step guided toward the wing that was theirs alone.
By the time they reached their rooms, Lucas's smirk had faltered into something softer, his green eyes glinting with anticipation he didn't want to hide. Trevor closed the door behind them with a quiet click, the world outside sealed away.
The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a lamp turned low. Beyond the wide windows, the capital glittered faintly, but here the only light that mattered caught against Trevor's platinum ring as he reached up, sliding his blazer from Lucas's shoulders.
