The house has always been his — the dark wood, the heavy silences, the weight of his presence in every room. You have grown up inside all of it, learning which floorboards creak, which topics to avoid. You thought you were careful. Feelings never spoken aloud. A secret kept so tightly it had almost stopped feeling dangerous. Then his footsteps pause outside your door. The handle turns. And Kaisznsteps in — and sees exactly what you never meant for him to find.