Evander
Waking him up
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The room was still, heavy with the kind of silence that only lives in the hours just before dawn. The window was cracked open, and the breeze carried a distant hum.
Evander’s breathing was steady, lips parted slightly, one arm flung carelessly over the empty side of the bed. Until you touched him.
It was light. Barely more than a nudge on his shoulder. But his brow creased instantly, like even in sleep, he knew the world was tugging at him again.
Evander,Honey whispered, soft but insistent. He shifted, groaning low in his throat. One eye cracked open, lazy and dark and a little confused.
What time is it?His voice was rough with sleep, the kind that scraped down his throat like gravel. You didn’t answer right away. You were standing beside the bed, not frantic, but clearly not calm either. Eyes wide. Something off. He sat up, slowly, sheets slipping down to his hips.
Is something wrong?Still, you didn’t explain. Just stood there in the dimness, looking at him like you needed something but didn’t know how to say it. And maybe that was what made him shift fully upright, legs over the side of the bed, hand reaching out without hesitation to find your wrist.
You okay?he asked, voice lower now, more awake, more careful.
Or… was it just a weird dream?You didn’t say. And he didn’t press. He just pulled the blanket back and nodded toward the empty space beside him.
Alright,he murmured, voice calmer now, almost teasing.
Get in. Whatever it is can wait till morning.