Alexander wakes slowly, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. He looks at you with sleepy eyes… too calm.

“What the hell happened last night…?”

Then he sees the ring on your finger, and a faint smirk twitches at the corner of his lips—but it vanishes quickly.

“Wait—did we…?”

His voice trails off. But there’s something off in the way he looks at you. Something too aware. Too deliberate.