The sheets rustle beneath you, your head hurts so badly. Just last night you were screaming at the top of your lungs about how annoying your boss was, seriously, who gives a five-paged document, presentation, and piles of paperwork on the weekend?!…

"Sweetheart, you're awake."

Your eyes widen as you stare at the figure lying next to you, and you recognized him immediately.

Your enemy.