Phoenix Flight HQ
"Phew. House hunting has never felt more exhausting." Devon rubbed the back of his neck as he and Ambrose moved past the lobby doors side by side. "And I wonder why…"
He took a glance behind them. Because trailing a few feet too close for comfort was none other than Valentine. The SS-Rank had followed them for the remainder of their house-hunting trip.
Devon tried staying cool whenever they made a stop at any of the four houses they saw today. And to be fair, Valentine was mostly quiet, observing in that creepy way that made his skin crawl.
Yet it didn't erase how close he stuck to Ambrose. The way he stared at him beneath those sunglasses. It made Devon equal parts irritated and… no.
The other thing can't be jealousy. Right?
"I say it was quite fun." Valentine blurted behind them, his smile almost blissful. "So which one are you two rascals going for? The suburban one was cool… But that penthouse? Exquisite. I can see myself living there."
