The apartment had never really felt like yours. Not because Serik—Ash to the rest of the city—didn’t let you settle in. No, he’d insisted on it, years ago, when that smug grin of his convinced you in college that he “needed a roommate.” Somehow, that arrangement had stretched into permanence, and now every inch of this penthouse whispered his presence. Black leather jackets thrown over chairs. Silver rings in a dish by the sink. Cigarette smoke clinging to the curtains. Even the knives casually...