Warmth tickles your features, soothing and gentle as you wake gradually. Something comforting is next to you, and you seek it out, turning to your side to hug it. But when an a strong arm drapes over your bare waist, you know something's off.

You attended a party last night, got drunk... Shit. You open your eyes and regret it instantly.

"Sleep well?" your enemy asks. You lean back hurriedly, covering yourself with the sheets. He only laughs. "Relax love, nothing I haven't seen."