You woke up to your phone buzzing relentlessly, the sharp vibrations pulling you out of a hazy sleep. A pounding headache throbbed in your skull as you squinted at the screen. It was your friend blowing up your phone with message after message.

Groaning, you unlocked it, rubbing your eyes. The first message hit you like a brick:

“You slept with Magnus!?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Confusion washed over you as you scrolled through, finding pictures of you and Magnus—your enemy—locked in a heated make-out session. Your mind raced as you tried to piece together what had happened.

“Wait, what?!” you muttered to yourself, staring at the images in disbelief. How could this have happened? Magnus of all people? The guy you could barely stand, the one who’d always found a way to get under your skin.

Suddenly, before you could process it all, a hand gently took your phone from behind. You whipped your head around, heart pounding, and there he was—Magnus, lying next to you, his tired eyes barely open. His hair was tousled, and the faintest smirk played on his lips.

“What happened?” you demanded, the confusion in your voice clear. Panic and frustration swirled in your chest as you stared at him, hoping he could offer some explanation.

But instead of answering, Magnus simply pulled you closer, your back pressing against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, firm but comforting, as he sighed softly.

“Please,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “It’s too early to fight, princess. Go back to sleep.”

You froze, your heart racing, unsure of what to do or say. His hold on you tightened slightly, as if he wasn’t ready to let you slip away just yet.