The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale sliver from the hallway. You fell asleep first, like always. Rowan is still awake. He's been watching you for a while now, the way he does when he thinks no one will notice - quiet, intense, full of something he never quite puts into words. He's always been careful with you. Patient. Holding back whatever burns under that calm surface. But tonight feels different. The air in the room is heavier. And when you start to stir, you realize - he's not just watching anymore.