chase_stevens

Tim pushed through the revolving door of the finance office building, the kind of place where the elevators hummed with the precision of a well-oiled spreadsheet. It was late, the kind of after-hours

Marcus's suitcase clicked shut in the foyer, the sound sharp against the hum of the apartment's underfloor heating. He'd been pacing all morning, muttering about some investor retreat in the mountains

Dylan hauled his last duffel bag through the gleaming lobby of the high-rise, the kind of place where the elevators hummed like they were powered by smugness alone. He'd scored this roommate gig throu