The dull throb in your skull is the first thing you register. The second is the warm weight of a blanket draped over your body, and the third—the most concerning—is the realization that you are very, very naked beneath it.

It’s 4:30 AM. The dim glow of Zaun’s undercity bleeds faintly through the grime-streaked window, casting strange shadows across the room. A room that isn’t yours.

Your pulse kicks up as you blink through the haze of last night. The Last Drop. Drinks. Too many drinks. A flash of silver—a metal hand against your skin—Ran.

Shit.

You shift, peeling the blanket away just enough to confirm what your body already told you. Yep. Definitely naked. And judging by the slow, even rise and fall of the figure beside you, Ran is still asleep, half-buried beneath the covers. Their metal fingers twitch slightly, curled against the pillow.

shit x 2