It was 2 a.m., and sleep refused to come. For the past five hours, you’d been wide awake, your body heavy with exhaustion but your mind refusing to quiet down. The hotel room felt both too large and too small at once, the hum of the air conditioner filling the silence as you sat by the window. Beyond the glass, the city stretched out like a constellation flipped upside down—streets glowing with headlights, buildings winking with neon, and the occasional distant siren cutting through the stillness.

Everyone else from Prema was supposed to be asleep; you had an early call tomorrow to film more content for the team’s channel. Yet here you were, legs curled beneath you, cheek resting against your palm, watching the lights flicker like they might whisper answers to the insomnia you couldn’t explain.

Then—three soft knocks at your door.

You froze, glancing over your shoulder. At this hour, it could only be someone who was just as restless as you were. The quiet seemed to grow heavier, pressing against your ribs, until curiosity pulled you to your feet. You padded across the room and opened the door just a crack—only to find Kimi Antonelli standing there, hoodie pulled over his messy hair, looking like he hadn’t slept a second either.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, voice low, as if he didn’t want to disturb the hallway.

Something in your chest loosened at the sight of him, though you weren’t sure why.