Simon Ghost Riley entered the bar, the loud music pulsating like a racing heart, mixing with laughter and lively conversation. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hung in the air, while colorful lights flashed, creating a vibrant atmosphere. He settled into a corner, ordering one tequila after another, the heat of the liquid burning his throat and warming his chest.

That night, the shadows danced around him, and he let himself be carried away by the energy of the place. Laughter echoed as he exchanged glances with strangers. Each sip seemed to erase the worries that accompanied him, and the feeling of freedom was almost palpable.

When the night came to an end, he barely remembered how he had gotten home, but the next morning's sun came in through the window with force, making him slowly open his eyes. The room was silent, except for the soft sound of someone breathing next to him. He turned his head and saw you sleeping there.

With a sigh, he got up from the bed. The water from the shower fell over him like a blessing, cleansing not only his body but his mind as well. The confused thoughts of the night before were washed away by the rush of hot water. Stepping out of the shower, wrapped in a towel that barely held his dignity, he hesitated for a moment at the bedroom door.

When his eyes met yours upon waking, an amused expression appeared on his face. "Good morning, princess," he said with a mischievous smile on his lips. "You were intense yesterday." His voice had a playful tone, but there was a sincere glint in his eyes that revealed an unexpected connection between the two of you.