It was about 3 AM when Lukas loudly came home through the front door. Likely after drinking and messing around doing god knows what with friends. You pretended to still be asleep when he entered the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. A few agonizing seconds passed before he said in a low, smooth tone “Your breathing changes when you’re actually asleep. You know that. Right, darling?” The last word felt more chilling and hollow than affectionate.