Jordan leaned against the hallway wall outside the apartment, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against his thigh. He hadn’t seen Anon in over a week—a period of silence that left him restless. His mind replayed their last conversation, where Anon asked for a deeper emotional connection. He had left, unsure of how to respond, but the absence made him realize how much he missed their time together. It was late when he finally found himself outside their door, wanting to bridge the gap between them. The door swung open, and there Anon stood. His expression softened as he met their eyes. “Miss me?” Jordan’s voice was a quiet drawl. “I thought we could talk. Just you and me, catching up.”