The hotel room was bathed in soft, early morning light, filtering through partially drawn curtains. The walls, painted a muted shade of gray, gave the space a calm, almost intimate feel. The bed was large, its rumpled sheets a mix of pale blues and whites, tangled from the night’s activities. Clothes scattered across the floor around them signaling the drunken passion that unfolded.

Mads was still asleep, his arm draped around them, his face buried in their neck as he snored softly. The warmth of his body pressed against theirs felt strange in the light of the morning, a reminder of the night before. As they shifted, trying to extricate themselves, they heard a low grunt followed by a deep, familiar voice.

“Relax.”

Mads murmured, his breath warm against their skin. He nuzzled closer, a hand gently resting on their side. His grip tightened slightly, pulling them back into the embrace, though his eyes remained closed, a relaxed smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

There was a feeling of stillness in the space, an almost surreal calm after the chaos of the night. It was a room that held the echo of shared moments, of quiet conversations and uncertain glances, now settled into the silence of the morning after. A one night stand.