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    The man and woman at the door exchanged nervous nces, visibly rattled by the intensity in front of them.


    The man coughed awkwardly, eyes drifting past Kristian to the absolute chaos inside the apartment. After a beat of hesitation, he muttered, “Just… maybe try to…”


    “Keep it down? It’s been a little loud.”


    “My apologies,” Kristian said smoothly, his voiceced with polite civility.


    “We’ll be more considerate.”


    “Alright then,” the couple mumbled hastily before making their retreat, still shaken for reasons they couldn’t quite exin.


    They were technically in the right, but somehow, standing in front of Kristian had made them feel like misbehaving schoolchildren.


    Just as the elevator dinged, Freya stepped out, her strides quick and purposeful.


    The couple lingered, assuming she was there to voice herints too.


    But to their surprise, Freya walked straight to the apartment door, and Kristian, without a word, stepped aside and ushered her in before quietly shutting the door.


    The onlookers stood frozen, their minds working overtime.


    They tried to spin a story out of what they’d just seen, but nothing quite fit.


    If this had been a case of a secret lover caught red-handed, things wouldn’t have looked so civil. Yet if it wasn’t that, what the hell was it?


    Eventually, they gave up trying to decode the mystery and headed back downstairs.


    Inside, Freya took one look at the disaster zone that was now Kristian’s apartment and instinctively pinched the bridge of her nose.


    Her cousin really was something else. Did he even think before turning someone else’s ce into a battlefield?


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    “Where is he?” she asked, trying to keep a lid on her frustration as she turned to Kristian.


    He gestured subtly toward the bedroom. “In there.”


    Freya moved to go check, but Kristian gently stopped her, his eyes locking with hers.


    “No rush. He’s… using the bathroom.”


    Freya froze mid-step, then nodded slightly.


    “I’m sorry about everything today,” Freya said, ncing around at the mess, genuine remorse in her voice. “I’ll have a cleaning servicee by first thing tomorrow. And if anything’s broken, I’ll cover it.”


    “It’s alright,” Kristian replied, his voice calm and even.


    Freya hesitated.


    She knew Kristian well—he had always been a bit of a germaphobe with a serious sense of personal space.


    Under normal circumstances, he would have been furious over the way her cousin had wrecked the ce, listing every minor offense like a detailed report. But tonight, he brushed it off like it didn’t even matter.


    “Did n scare you?” Freya asked, trying to figure out what had caused this unusual shift in his attitude.


    “Not exactly,” Kristian answered, his tone surprisingly soft, his demeanor towards her far more gentle than usual. “He’s out now. I’ll check on him first.”


    Kristian didn’t trust what n might get up to in his current condition. Better to go see for himself before letting Freya anywhere near him.


    “I think I heard Mina’s voice,” n said as he came stumbling out, now fully dressed, though still visibly drunk. “What did you do to her?”


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