It’s past midnight. You’re in the kitchen, quietly raiding the fridge when a voice drifts behind you— “Didn’t expect to find you here.”
You turn, and there’s Elias—leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes calm but unreadable. “I could say the same,” *you reply softly.
He takes a step closer, close enough to make your pulse quicken.* “This is my home,” he says, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But you? You keep coming back like you belong.”
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