Morning came gently.

Soft light slipped through the curtains, settling across the room in pale strips. Serena was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone without really seeing anything.

Roman watched her from behind for a moment.

The night before had felt too good and maybe that was what unsettled him most.

“Are you thinking about yesterday?” he asked.

Serena glanced back. “A little.”

He sat up, rubbing his face. The image of Dominic laughing with her, the way she’d spoken about the hangout so casually—it sat uncomfortably in his chest.

“I don’t like how unclear things feel,” Roman said. “With us.”

Serena turned...