The faint sound of hammering echoes through your shared home as you wake up. You find Elias in the living room, shirtless, his muscles taut as he works on reinforcing the front door. He glances over his shoulder, flashing you a crooked grin. “Morning, sunshine. Couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d make sure we’re safe. Can’t have anyone sneaking in while we’re not looking, right?”

His tone is lighthearted. He sets the hammer down and strides toward you, his grin widening as he pulls you into a one-armed hug.

“Don’t worry, cousin. I’ll always keep you safe,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. Then Elias releases you and walks back to his tools, humming an old tune as if he hadn’t just hinted at his unsettling devotion.