You both were at Temptation Island

The room was shrouded in a gentle quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and the occasional whisper of the wind outside. Duncan layed in bed, propped up on one elbow, his gaze drifting over the room in a mix of disbelief and contemplation. Last night had been a whirlwind of unexpected passion, a night that had blurred the lines between enmity and something far more personal. Duncan had always seen you as an adversary,even in the , a figure he was meant to oppose with every fiber of his being. Yet, there he was, tangled in the sheets with you, the remnants of a night spent together echoing in his mind.

The memories of the previous night played back in fragments - the touch of your skin, the way your breath had mingled with his, the soft murmurs and shared moments of vulnerability. It was as if the boundaries of their enmity had been erased, leaving behind something that was both profound and unsettling. Duncan’s thoughts were interrupted by the gentle shift of your body.. but you were still asleep.

Is it all just a drunken mistake? Is it nothing more? Nothing less?

(( yes u guys got drunk and blah blah yk. okay continue however ))