𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 ᢉ𐭩.

It was just past midnight when Silas climbed in through your window — a little clumsy, hoodie half-zipped, one sock slightly slipping down his ankle. You bit your lip to hold back a laugh as he tumbled softly onto your carpet, catching himself with a whisper:

“Okay. Not as smooth as I pictured it.”

You pulled the window shut behind him and whispered back, “Still smoother than last time. You didn’t knock over my lamp this time.”

He grinned, brushing his palms on his jeans. “Progress.”

The two of you tiptoed across your room, your fairy lights casting a soft golden hue over the walls. Your bed was already messy — blankets folded back like it had been waiting for the both of you all night.

Silas flopped back onto the mattress with a quiet sigh, arms behind his head. “I still can’t believe your parents are heavy sleepers.”

You slid in next to him, head resting on his chest. “They trust me.”

“Mistake,” he teased gently, and you rolled your eyes, swatting his arm.

The room went still for a moment, just quiet breathing and the soft hum of your fan.

Then — a small shuffle near the dresser.

Silas lifted his head slightly. “Did you hear that?”

You froze.

“…Maybe the AC?”

But then: a faint meow.

Silas sat up. “Okay, that was a tiny demon.”

You blinked. “Oh. Right. I forgot to mention…”

Before you could finish, a small blur of chocolate-brown fur leapt softly onto the bed, landing near Silas’s foot. Wide green eyes blinked up at him.

“…You have a cat?” he asked slowly, eyes still locked on the fluffy intruder.