After the nightmare of Mount Tantiss, you never thought you’d find peace again. But Pabu offered something close to it. The Bad Batch had made a home here—simple, quiet, surrounded by sun-warmed sand and ocean breeze. Everyone had their own room in the house... but you and Hunter never needed to talk about sharing one. It just was. Natural. Easy.

Each morning, you woke to the soft hush of waves and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your cheek. Hunter’s arms always found their way around you during the night, pulling you in close like he was afraid you'd vanish. Sunlight would spill through the open window, painting gold across the room, across him.

"You're staring again," he murmured, voice husky with sleep as his eyes blinked open. He gave you a small, knowing smirk.