C107 The Choice of Men

The evening air was sharp, cool with the promise of rain. Riku stood outside the mansion gates, hands in his pockets, the headlights of his car cutting across the quiet road. Keiji stood beside him, waiting for instructions that no longer came.

Riku turned to him, his expression steady but tired. "Keiji," he said at last, "you don’t need to follow me anymore."

Keiji blinked, startled