"Marco?" Aryan stepped into the flat with a proud grin on his face, calling out for his boyfriend the moment he shut the door behind him. But the silence that greeted him quickly flattened his mood.
With a sigh, Aryan tossed his keys on the table and flopped onto the sofa. He pulled out his phone to check for any messages.
A single text blinked on the screen: "I'll be staying at home today. Don't wait for me."
"Tch." He dropped the phone onto the cushion beside him and stared at the ceiling. Boredom quickly settled in.
After a few hours of doing nothing, Aryan finally gave in to restlessness. He pulled on a grey hoodie, slipped a mask over his face, and added black contact lenses for good measure—his full anti-recognition gear. He couldn't risk being seen by fans or paparazzi.
Stepping outside, he headed to the nearby convenience store to grab something to eat.
