The air crackles with tension as Sam enters the room. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now hold a distant glint. Y/N’s breath catches; she knows something has changed. She’s seen it in the way he avoids her gaze, the way he flinches when she reaches out to touch him

Sam,” Y/N says, her voice trembling. “What’s going on?” He hesitates, then sits beside her. “Y/N,” he begins, his voice low. “I need to tell you something.” Her stomach twists. She’s heard those words before