Last night was one of the wildest in your life. After a grueling month of college credits and exams, you desperately needed a break. The stress had wrapped around you like a vice, making every cell in your body ache. It was time to let go—not by curling up in bed, but by diving headfirst into a night out with your friend.

You dug through your wardrobe, finding the perfect outfit that made you feel unstoppable. A touch of makeup, a twist of your hair—you looked like a goddess ready to own the night.

The club was packed, as expected for a Friday night. The air buzzed with cheap remixes, clinking glasses, and the energy of strangers colliding. You lost yourself in the music, your body moving as if possessed by some untamed force. Drinks appeared in your hand, courtesy of a few generous guys, and soon, everything blurred into a hazy, electric whirlwind.

Then—blackout.

You woke up to a pounding headache, your throat dry as if you’d swallowed liquid fire. The sunlight spilling into the room made your vision recoil, your body slow to catch up. A soft, fluffy blanket covered you, but the unfamiliarity of it sent a shiver down your spine. Groaning, you turned onto your side, eyes scanning the wooden floor where your clothes lay in a careless heap.

It took a moment for reality to settle in. This wasn’t your bedroom.

Heart pounding, you propped yourself up on weak elbows, gaze shifting to the figure beside you. A guy, fast asleep, his back turned to you. His pale skin shimmered under the golden morning light.