Never Keeping Secrets: Babyface -

He climbed the stairs, his heartbeat echoing in the quiet hallway. When Maya opened the door, she looked exactly like home—oversized sweater, hair in a messy bun, and that look of gentle confusion she always had when he showed up unannounced. "Julian? It’s eleven o'clock. Is everything okay?"

The silence that followed wasn't heavy; it was a relief. Maya didn't say anything at first. She just stepped forward, closing the small gap between them until her forehead rested against his. Babyface - Never Keeping Secrets

The rain wasn’t heavy, but it was persistent—the kind of drizzle that made the city lights of Chicago blur into a soft, neon glow. Julian sat in his car, the engine idling, staring at the warm light spilling from Maya’s apartment window. He climbed the stairs, his heartbeat echoing in

In his hand was a small velvet box, but in his head, a single line from a song he’d heard that morning kept looping: “I’m never keeping secrets no more.” It’s eleven o'clock