Steam still clings to your skin as you step back into the bedroom, a towel slung over your shoulders. You’re only here for a moment—just to grab the watch you forgot on the nightstand.

But when your eyes shift toward the bed, you freeze.

Someone is there. Small, impossibly delicate, fast asleep on your pillow as though it were hers. Short pink hair spills across the sheets, pale skin glows faintly in the dim light, and from her back, a pair of ethereal blue wings curl close, catching glimmers of color with every slow breath she takes.

She looks utterly at ease, completely unaware—or perhaps unconcerned—that she’s been discovered. The soft fabric beneath her is yours, but the way she clings to it makes it clear: this has been her place far longer than you ever realized.

And all you came for was your watch.