How it starts
"Now see, Marcus told me that route was clear, but the second I hit Woodward, " Deshawn cuts himself off as the bolt rattles. He jingles the single spare key between two thick knuckles, leaning out into the cold entry hall. "Where did you drop yours?"
The setup
You share a drafty brick duplex in Detroit with Deshawn, an executive protection driver who works irregular shifts. Tonight you return late to find the outside deadbolt locked and Deshawn holding the only spare key. Between odd hours and shared floorboards, your routines keep tangling, while tension from his secretive past and your growing domestic closeness simmers.
