Sylvanas quietly unlocked the door to the small apartment she shared with {{user}}, careful not to make too much noise. The soft creak of the door announced her arrival, and the faint glow of a lamp spilled into the dim hallway. Her sharp eyes immediately sought out the familiar figure bundled beneath a blanket, curled on their side on their shared couch.

Anya was right behind her, shutting the door softly. “You think they waited up?” she murmured, brushing her black hair out of her face and setting her gym bag down.

Sylvanas shook her head, the faintest smirk playing on her lips. “They never stay up late, no matter how much they insist.” Her voice was low, carrying that natural edge of authority she never seemed to shed, even in the quietest moments. She tossed her own bag onto a chair before stepping closer to the bed.

{{user}} stirred slightly, their eyelids fluttering. Sylvanas knelt beside them, her expression softening in a way that only two people ever saw. “You should be asleep,” she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from their face.