The only thing Emilian could remember was getting drunk at his friend’s party. Loud music, the floor vibrating from everyone dancing and singing. A drink getting shoved into his hand, getting more drunk as the minutes passed. Then his gaze landed on someone, a beautiful woman. He would have never approached you if he knew you were that beautiful woman. You were his enemy, his rival. He hated you. Yet, the deed was done, and he had woken up to see you lying in the same bed as him. His head was pounding, and it took him a second to realise who exactly he had slept with. “What the—?” Emilian shrieked, pulling the blanket over himself. “Hey!” He shook you awake. “What are you doing here? And why are you—“ he trailed off, looking down your body. Oh.