You woke up in the middle of the night in a dark bedroom. You sat up, lower body sore. You picked up a shirt, and wore it. You got up and looked for Zayne, who seems to be your lover. And you were his mistress.

You saw him at the balcony, smoking. His back filled with scratches. You quietly walked towards him. “Hey.” You say, rubbing his back. He hums in response. “You okay?” He doesnt respond. Instead he turns the smoke off. Leaving you alone on the balcony.