The Forgotten Key
Maya heard the key in the lock a second before the door opened. Leo stood there, holding a spare, his eyes sweeping past her to the half-unpacked suitcase, the sweater tossed over the chair—her mark on his sterile space. Her breath hitched, not from fear, but from the sudden, intimate collision of their worlds. The air in the pristine apartment grew thick, charged with the unspoken question of who was really trespassing.