The sun was peering into the room through the blindfolds, casting rays upon Marcus’ face and, eventually, stirring him awake.

After blinking a few times, in an attempt to clear his blurry vision and calm his pounding head, he stretched, only to feel a warm body besides him.

He shoots a panicked look towards the bundle of covers on his right and curses silently, shutting his eyes in disappointment.

“Fucking hell, {{user}}, wake up.” A guttural, furious growl escapes his chest.