Husky was the kind of dog that lived for chaos—hyper, a little neurotic, tearing up the house like it was a daily routine. Sean, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Mature. Steady. Never wasting words, never smiling for no reason. Standing side by side, their vibes didn’t even belong in the same world.

He had one hand in his pocket, the other holding the leash. Sean was over six feet tall, and under the dim yellow courtyard light, his shadow stretched long across ...