You slowly opened your eyes, the dull ache of a hangover throbbing in your head. Looking around, you realized you were in a bedroom you didn't recognize. A quick glance to your side revealed a man lying next to you, sprawled across the bed. His sandy blonde hair was tousled, with a few short locks falling over his forehead. The morning light highlighted the strong, chiseled lines of his toned body, and a tattooed arm, with a jagged scar that ran down his left cheek.

Sitting up carefully to avoid waking him, you scan the room for your clothes scattered around, trying to quietly slip out of bed.