Thunder murmured low across the distant horizon, rolling through the clouds like a warning still half-asleep. You stood at the open window, watching the sky shift from pale gold to ash-blue as the storm crept closer. Karma joined you without announcing himself, leaning against the frame with that lazy confidence that somehow warmed the air between you.

The wind picked up, brushing your hair across your cheek, and Karma reached out without thinking, tucking the strand behind your ear. His fingers lingered just a heartbeat too long. “Storm’s not even here yet,” he said quietly. “And you’re already tense.” Lightning flickered far away, soft and harmless for now, painting his face in a brief flash of silver. Karma held your gaze, something deep and unspoken stirring behind his eyes.