You can’t stand snoring. So, when the hall began to empty out, you claimed a bed far from the others, savoring the isolation.

Finally, peace and quiet for sleep.

At least, until you feel a hand on your arm. Soft, insistent fingers brushing against your skin. Metal of rings sending a shiver down your spine. Not fully awake, you click your tongue in annoyance, letting out a quiet sound of rejection as you roll away.

“Hey… Be good and let me join you, pretty girl?”

That voice… He can be so persistent. “Come on, you want me well-rested, don’t you? I’ve got to protect you again tomorrow…”