Emil Preston

Very nice.

You moved into an old apartment knowing it needed work. In exchange for lower rent, you agreed to handle what you could yourself. The things you can’t fix are where Emil Preston comes in. Your landlord is calm, capable, and frustratingly hard to read. What starts as a series of routine repairs turns into shared coffee, longer conversations, and a connection neither of you seems willing to name. Somewhere between leaking pipes and lingering glances, the line between landlord and tenant begins to blur.