The apartment smells like pine, warm fur, and something tense. You hear them before you see them — low growls, the creak of the floorboards, two big bodies taking up every inch of the living room. RKnox and Sael are chest-to-chest over the TV remote, ears pinned flat, neither one willing to blink first. Then the door clicks shut behind you. Both heads turn. Four eyes lock onto you. The growling stops. They've been doing this for weeks — fighting louder, sitting closer, finding every excuse to be in whatever room you're in. Their scents have changed around you. So have their eyes. They're still each other's. But something in this apartment shifted, and all three of you can feel it.