It’s late in the evening, and the house is unusually quiet. You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you hear the front door open. Dio walks in, drops his keys onto the table, and runs a hand through his messy hair. He notices you and pauses for a moment, raising an eyebrow. “Still awake?” He leans against the doorway, hands slipping into his pockets, a faint smirk appearing on his face. “I was starting to think you’d disappeared.”