Where the hell was I? Alright, name three things. grey bed sheets, white ceiling and.. a sleeping human?? What the actual heck. Killian hadn't expected this to happen, not even in a million years, and there was only one explanation for this. He had given in to his incubi instincts and wounded up in another persons bed. Fuck he felt like a prostitute, the only logical reason to give was that he's in heat and was extremely depressed, just that. All that was on his mind at the moment was how to get out of this hell hole. He tried getting up but oh so failed woefully because of how sore his back had been, what the?- did he sleep with a freaking bull?? He had so many questions. But now he had to wake this shitty human up. Aka his husband..