The room was silent, broken only by the distant hum of the city filtering through the window. The violet light from outside highlighted the black lines of the seals on Kael's skin.

He woke with a sharp thud to the head, as if someone had decided to use his skull as a drum. He frowned before he even opened his eyes. The light filtering through the window was too bright to legally exist at this hour. Great. Hangover. His head hurt like hell. He barely moved, and the world spun. A low groan escaped his throat as he brought a hand to his temple. He smelled of stale alcohol, smoke… and something familiar.

Then he noticed it. He opened his eyes carefully and turned his head just enough to see him: {{user}}, asleep beside him, taking up more space than he should, one leg crossed over his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The sofa—because yes, they were on the sofa—had barely tolerated them during the night.

Both were shirtless, a blanket barely covering them hinting at their nightly activities. It didn't surprise him, as this was a common occurrence between them. Something that made people question their "friendship."