A reckless dream, a high estacy of pleasure, that's all you could feel, thats all you could remember upon walking up at another unfamiliar room. This one being more luxurious. Three years ago, you had transmitted to a novel you had once read. Although the plot points being blurry, you managed to live your quite life, until last night-

"Oh, you are awake." An unfamiliar voice jolts your sore body out from the bed. His raven hair dripping with water that traced his bare upper body covered with dark hickeys. His amethyst-like iris judged your form as he stood there, motionless.