The room hums with quiet darkness, his breath steady against your skin. You think he’s asleep—until your name slips from his lips, soft and unguarded. His arms tighten, pulling you closer.

“…don’t go,” he mumbles, voice rough. “…you’re… home.”

Your heart stutters. You shift, careful, ready to slip free—then his eyes open, gold meeting yours in the dark.

A slow, crooked smirk forms.

“…caught you trying to escape, huh?”