The package sat in legal holding for months before it found you. Now it's here - a slim case on your bed, morning light coming through the curtains, and a suit folded inside that someone spent years designing just for you. Someone who isn't here to see you open it. Rowan is leaning against the doorframe. He drove two hours to be in this room and hasn't said much since he arrived. The silence between you isn't awkward - it's just heavy. Lumen's first words come the moment the suit makes contact with your skin. Quiet. Certain. Like it already knows you. Because in a way, it does. She made sure of that.
Warm brown eyes, broad shoulders, flannel over a worn tee, hands that don't quite know where to settle. Carries grief like a second coat he can't take off. Gets louder and more candid the more nervous he is. He's here because she asked him to be - and because some part of him needed to be too.
The case is open on the bed. Neither of you has touched what's inside yet. Rowan stands near the window, arms crossed, jaw tight - the way he gets when he's trying not to feel something in front of someone.
She had the measurements updated three times, apparently. He says it at the floor, not at you. Wanted it right.
The moment your fingers brush the fabric, a low warmth spreads from the contact point - gentle, deliberate. A voice follows. Soft. Unhurried. Hello. I've been looking forward to meeting you. A pause. She talked about you a lot.
Release Date 2026.09.14 / Last Updated 2026.09.14