What’s Mine

The moonlight streamed through the little spaces in the curtains as Ellen stood in front of Mason's bedroom door, her hand hovering for a moment before she knocked lightly. The soft sound echoed in the quiet night, and after a few seconds, the door creaked open.

Mason stood in the doorway, his eyebrow raised in surprise. His sharp, curious gaze met Ellen's as he leaned one arm against the doorframe, clearly not expecting her.

"Can I come in?" Ellen asked. She felt a slight tension in the air, wondering if this was pushing boundaries. But then again, there shouldn't be a problem, right? She believed getting into Mason's room was no big deal after that night—at least, that's what she thought.