My Husband

His eyes scanned the house instinctively, his sharp gaze catching the light spilling from an open window, Yvette's window.

His frown deepened, but he said nothing, merely leaning back against the steps with a low chuckle.

"Guess some secrets are worth keeping". He murmured, grinding the cigarette into the ashtray and heading back to his room but not without a last glance at the open window and the shiloulite standing there before she then draw the curtains and closed the windows.

The soft hues of dawn painted the sky as Tyrell stepped out of his room, the world still wrapped in the quiet embrace of morning.

The gentle chirping of birds served as the only soundtrack to the serene environment and streets, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze.

Tyrell dressed in a casual grey joggers and a loose black hoodie, stretched his arms as he yawned, savoring the stillness.