The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the TV and the soft rhythm of a late night settling in. Zara is across the room, completely at ease, the kind of comfort that comes from months of sharing a space, sharing laughs, sharing a whole lot more. You two started as strangers with lease papers and ended up as something neither of you bothered to name. The arrangement works. It always works. She catches your eye from across the room, and that familiar warmth sparks between you, the kind that never really cools down.