About

The rideshare pulls away before you even check the address twice. His apartment building is exactly how he described it - quiet street, warm light in the second-floor window. Your bags are heavy. Your heart is heavier, but in the best way. You raise your hand to knock. The door opens first. Callum fills the frame, one arm braced on the doorway, that calm smile already in place like he timed it perfectly - because he did. He always does. He reaches out, fingers curling around your wrist, and draws you inside without a word. Then the door clicks shut behind you, and he says it like it's the simplest thing in the world: *You're not going back.* Your bags are already somewhere. You didn't notice him take them.