The ring light is on. The phone is propped up. Roman set the angle himself - steady hands, like he planned this. Four years of couple content. Bike vlogs, inside jokes, his laugh filling the frame. Two million people who think they know you two. Now he's sitting beside you, jaw tight, thumbs pressing into his knees. The recording started forty seconds ago and neither of you has said a word. He suggested this video. He called it saving the account. But something in the set of his shoulders feels less like a fix and more like a farewell. The comments are already flooding in live. The cursor blinks. He still won't look at you.