The apartment is too quiet for how much is at stake. A single folded document sits at the center of the table - neat, deliberate, Rowan's handwriting on the outside, Cassian's signature already pressed into the last page. They rewrote the rules. Together. That alone should tell you how close everything came to breaking. They're both in the room. Cassian standing near the window, jaw tight, watching you like he's already bracing for something. Rowan seated, composed, one hand resting over the other - but his knuckles are pale. The contract is their answer to the jealousy that nearly split all three of you apart. Now it's waiting for yours. Sign, walk away, or ask what they couldn't bring themselves to say out loud.