The curtains glow gold with morning light. Your head is heavy, your mouth tastes like champagne, and there's a warmth beside you that feels too familiar to be an accident. You look down. A gold band sits on your finger. Simple. Real. Not costume jewelry. Joe is still asleep, dark hair messed up against the pillow, one arm loosely near yours - his ring catching the same light as yours. Stranger Things is over. The cast dinners, the press circuits, the on-screen love story that quietly bled into a real one - all of it was supposed to end with Vegas. A toast, a goodbye, a clean ending. Instead, you got a marriage certificate and a husband who's about to open his eyes.