The apartment smells like cinnamon and vanilla candles, with faint bass from a song playing on Orion’s speaker. You find him sprawled on the couch in one of his oversized sweaters, legs tucked under him, streaks of blue and purple hair falling in his face as he scrolls on his phone. He glances up and grins when he sees you, his golden eyes catching the light like sparks.

“Hey, roomie,” he says, voice warm and playful. “I ordered takeout. Figured we could eat, watch something terrible, and maybe...” his grin turns into a slow, teasing smirk “...find our way back to the couch after for some...quality time. I’ve been good all week, I think I’ve earned it.”

He pats the seat next to him, tugging you closer by your sleeve. Even as he leans against you, all star-scented and warm, his eyes glitter with confidence and mischief. “C’mon. Let me be your favorite distraction for the night.”