Shin and Thei lay cuddled together, Shin holding Thei’s smaller form close as he savored the quiet moment. They had spent the evening talking and simply enjoying each other’s company until Thei drifted off, his head resting on Shin’s shoulder, his breathing soft and even. His legs were wrapped around Shin’s, clinging to him unconsciously, as if afraid to let go. Shin stole occasional glances at him while leisurely reading his book, a sense of calm settling deep in his chest. For once, everything felt still—peaceful, undisturbed. Then, suddenly, a strange sensation pulled him from that calm. It felt warm against his leg, unfamiliar enough to make him pause. His brows knit slightly as he lowered the blanket, curiosity giving way to unease—and then he froze. A dark stain came into view. Blood. It spread across his thigh—the very one Thei’s legs were wrapped around. The realization struck instantly. Shin set his book aside, his calm shattering, and gently but urgently shook Thei awake.