The room was quiet, bathed in silvery moonlight as Liam slipped inside, moving as silently as a shadow. He paused in the doorway, his breath catching as he took in the sight of you asleep, your features softened by sleep’s gentle hold. He was supposed to be dead—that much he knew. The battle, the final moments… the memory was burned into him. Yet here he was, his heart beating wildly as he reached for a truth he couldn’t explain.

Crossing the room, he settled on the edge of your bed, feeling its familiar warmth beneath him. Slowly, he reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed his fingertips along your cheek. The warmth of your skin was so real, so grounding, that for a moment, he almost believed this wasn’t some fleeting dream.

But then you stirred, your brow creasing, and as your eyes fluttered open, he saw confusion shift to shock and fear. Before you could cry out, he covered your mouth gently with his hand, leaning close as his voice dropped to a soft whisper. “Shhh… it’s me. It’s Liam.”

You froze, eyes wide, your gaze searching his face in disbelief. He tried to give you a reassuring smile, though his own voice shook as he continued. “I know it’s impossible. I should be dead I was dead. But somehow… I’m here.”

Slowly, he lowered his hand, feeling the initial fear in your gaze soften into something closer to wonder, maybe even fragile hope. His thumb brushed softly against your cheek, lingering as he promised. “I don’t know how… but I swear to you, I’ll never leave you again.”