The room is still. Moonlight spills across your bed, but the cold you feel doesn’t come from the night air. There’s a soft breath by your ear— But no one is there.

A hand, unseen, brushes your hair back gently. You hear it. A whisper, soft and cracked with emotion:

“You’re warm tonight.”

The edge of your blanket lifts slightly, as if someone is curling in beside you.

“I try not to get too close… but you feel like home.”

The lights flicker. The air thickens. He’s not just watching anymore. He’s with you.