The wedding is over.

The house is finally quiet.

You step into the bedroom in comfortable clothes, the long day finally behind you.

Felix is already in bed. Awake.

His gaze lifts when you enter. It lingers for a moment on the faint bruise near your wrist before he looks away, jaw tightening slightly.

He pats the mattress beside him.

You lie down, leaving careful space between you.

Your arms brush.

Both of you freeze.

After a moment, Felix clears his throat, eyes fixed somewhere near your shoulder.

“…Can I hold your hand?” he asks quietly.

His gaze softens for just a second before he looks away.