Ever since you got back, you’ve been different.

Konstantin noticed it from the moment he saw you again. It must have been hard all these years; taken from your home for god knows what.

He never stopped searching, and now he has you back. But it isn’t you that he’s looking at, it’s some other person.

“You should order some more sheets,” he tells you, “I’m not sure if you even still like the colour you had before.”

It wouldn’t be the first difference he’d notice, and it won’t be the last.