Jayvaughn's heart clenched with unease.
"Axel?" he called again into the empty apartment, but the silence that answered only deepened his anxiety. It had been over three hours since Axel said he was coming home, and by now, he should've arrived. Something wasn't right.
He reached for his phone, already scrolling through contacts to mobilize people, ready to send out a search. Just as his thumb hovered over the call button, a loud yelp followed by a sharp "Fuck!" rang out from the direction of Axel's bedroom.
Jayvaughn's tense shoulders dropped as he sighed in relief. "He's home. Probably stubbed his toe or something."
With a mischievous glint in his eye, he quickly abandoned the call. An idea flashed in his mind—one that made him smirk. He tiptoed to the bedroom door, intending to wait just outside. The moment Axel opened it, he would jump forward and yell, "Boom!" He couldn't wait to see Axel's startled, annoyed face.
But just as he reached the hallway, something stopped him.
