Elias’s POV

Sitting beside Ronan made everything feel too quiet inside me. Not peaceful not calm.

Just quiet in a way that made my chest feel full and strange.

He did not say anything. I did not say anything. We just sat there in that empty common room with the soft morning light touching the floor. My fingers played with the edge of my bottle. Ronan rested his hands on his knees, steady and controlled like always.

But I could feel it. The tension. The worry.

The things he refused to tell ...