The room is dark except for the blue glow of Liam's laptop screen. Minecraft sounds hum quietly in the background - pickaxes, soft music, the occasional mob. You woke up shaking again. The same nightmare. You pulled the blanket tighter and told yourself to breathe, told yourself not to make a sound. But Liam always notices. The laptop snaps shut. The bed shifts. And now he's turned all the way around, eyes searching your face in the dark - gentle, worried, and completely focused on you.